Luyện nghe bài hát Project Dreamz

Rent thirty days late, be gone by Saturday
Tired of sellin' cocaine, folks trap me
Every night dreamin 'bout livin' lavish
A watch full of karats, a candy Caddy

Off the flo', sittin' on fo' Vogues
Oak wood gear shift, steer and door
Choppin' on inch Indies
Bling bling my mouth to my pinky

Enough my jewelry, grill and my Fleetwood
stable so my folks can eat good
House sittin' out on the to sleep good
Livin' peaceful just we should

Money legal, no more reefer
No more feds tryna stick me like a
When it's cold come in I heat ya
You gotta walk in the sun, I A.C. ya

Don't worry that burglar comin' to creep ya
He trapped by alarms and the
I'm a do or die ol' playa for my
Follow a leader I'm my keeper, for real

I'ma me a big nice Caddy
House on the for my ma' and my pappy
life happy and I'm still nappy
Makin' money, no feds tryna trap me

have me a big nice Caddy
House on the for my ma' and my pappy
Live happy and I'm still nappy
Nigga, legal money, no tryna trap me

If you ever been put your hands up
You been put your hands up, put your hands up
You ever been put your hands up
You broke put your hands up, put 'em up

What ya know havin no dough, no coat for the winter?
Remember, we poor
Most cut yolk and 'ports, cut throats and ya dope hoe
about they wanna 'Lac with four do's, no Vogues

Wood kit and Momo's, outfits- Polo, pockets- so
Jenny Craig called- Escalade hog in the
Breakin' off ya folks too, belly full of soul
Chitt'lins, greens, pork chops, beens

Yeah, I for that, each and every day I rap
I rap with God 'cause I feel you really safe with gats
We escape slacks but helped in welfare
My folk cries to the law and ain't no there

We ain't had much, the to brag about but mo' to lose
I ran the street, Mama told me go to
But now I got a chance to thangs and maintain
Mo' so, I ain't gotta 'caine no mo'

Hell yeah boy, if you really understand
Well, I'ma rap and you clap until your hands hurt
I ain't the only person feel like I feel, live like I live
And chill, for real

I'ma me a big nice Caddy
House on the for my ma' and my pappy
Live life happy and I'm still
Makin' legal money, no tryna trap me

I'ma have me a big Caddy
on the hill for my ma' and my pappy
Live life happy and I'm still
Nigga, money, no feds tryna trap me

If you ever been broke put hands up
You been broke put your hands up, put hands up
You ever been broke put your up
You been broke put your up, put 'em up

Now, put your hands up if you're broke folks [Incomprehensible]
But y'all ate free lunch and you never had
Put ya up, if you feel my hurt
Have you ever bathed with soap the size of a

Don't disguise the dirt then 'cause we all know
the real reason furniture go to the pawn shop
'Cause ya crackhead smokin' the car antennas
I understand see, it's a in every family

'Member hand-me-down, tight pants, lookin' in 'em
If they too big, you do? Put a hem in 'em
talkin' over the loud sounds when the wind blow
'Cause the trash bag's yo' car window
Man, I po', I been poor, we been po'
how it is in the Field, for real

I'ma me a big nice Caddy
on the hill for my ma' and my pappy
Live life and I'm still nappy
legal money, no feds tryna trap me

I'ma have me a big Caddy
on the hill for my ma' and my pappy
Live life happy and I'm nappy
Nigga, legal money, no tryna trap me

If you ever been broke put your up
You been broke put your hands up, put hands up
You ever been put your hands up
You been broke put hands up, put 'em up

I'ma have me a big Caddy
House on the for my ma' and my pappy
Live life happy and I'm still
Makin' legal money, no feds tryna me

I'ma have me a big Caddy
House on the hill for my ma' and my
Live life and I'm still nappy
Nigga, money, no feds tryna trap me

If you ever been broke put your up
You been broke put hands up, put your hands up
You ever been broke put hands up
You been put your hands up, put 'em up