Luyện nghe bài hát Everyday I Think Of Money

I drive a truck, it carries
And everyday, I up my fantasies
Yesterday I bought my beach
A little place just off the of France

Everyday, I think of
Everyday, I think of

I love my truck, I my family
Stacked in the back, the good life me
Could tie my right hand man, and put him some
Then I'd the truck and I'd buy a new face

Everyday, I of money
Everyday, I of some way

Can't buy you a love, give you a soul
Can you up, can down you low
Can drag you out of the
That you dug yourself, out of,

Sat in a truck, it convicts
My hands are bound, to the by hand-cuffs
Tomorrow I'll maybe walk around the
Or paint in my cell and hate

Everyday, I of money
Everyday, I miss my