Luyện nghe bài hát Project Dreamz

Rent thirty late, gotta be gone by Saturday
Tired of sellin' cocaine, folks tryna 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 dash
Choppin' on inch Indies
Bling bling from my mouth to my

Enough my jewelry, grill and my Fleetwood
Financially so my folks can eat good
House out on the hill to sleep good
Livin' peaceful like we should

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If you been broke put your hands up
You been broke put your hands up, put hands up
You been broke put your hands 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 lunch and you never had [Incomprehensible]
Put ya up, if you feel my hurt
you ever bathed with soap the size of a Cert?

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

hand-me-down, tight pants, lookin' slim 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 have me a big nice
on the hill for my ma' and my pappy
Live life and I'm still nappy
Makin' legal money, no feds trap me

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

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

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

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