Luyện nghe bài hát Project Dreamz

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

Off the show flo', sittin' on fo'
Oak wood shift, steer and dash door
on seventeen inch Indies
Bling bling my mouth to my pinky

about my jewelry, grill and my Fleetwood
Financially so my folks can eat good
sittin' out on the hill to sleep good
Livin' peaceful just we should

Money legal, no more sellin'
No more feds tryna stick me like a
When it's cold come in I heat ya
You ain't walk in the sun, I A.C. ya

Don't 'bout that burglar comin' to creep ya
He trapped by and the millimeter
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
on the hill for my ma' and my pappy
Live happy and I'm still nappy
Makin' legal money, no feds trap me

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I pray for that, each and day I rap
I rap God 'cause I feel you ain't really safe with gats
We escape slacks but government helped in
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 change thangs and
Mo' so, I ain't slang 'caine no mo'

yeah boy, if you really understand dirt
Well, I'ma rap and you gon' until your hands hurt
I the only person feel like I feel, gotta 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 me a big nice Caddy
House on the hill for my ma' and my
life happy and I'm still nappy
Nigga, money, no feds tryna trap me

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

Now, put hands up if you're broke folks tried [Incomprehensible]
But ate free lunch and you never had [Incomprehensible]
Put ya up, if you feel my hurt
Have you ever bathed with 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 the car antennas
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
'Member over the loud sounds when the wind blow
'Cause the trash bag's replacin' yo' car
Man, I po', I been poor, we been po'
That's how it is in the Field, for

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

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

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

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

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

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