Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar & A Dream

For all my ville man,
All my Carolina man, (lights off and shit)
All my real niggas, no where you come from

A and a dream, thats all a nigga got
So if its about c.r.e.a.m., then I'm all up in the spot.
I was in the F-A-
Why a nigga never gave me
left me, I ain't never cry, baby, fuck him, that's life.
And me I'm living,
Look what a nigga out,
The shit I was given,
what a nigga came out
Momma sewing on my holes,
Man, our hoes couldn't put this out.

Straight up, I got my against the brick wall,
I'm from a world where never pop no Cristal, it was pistols.
You pass through, you better pray them bullets y'all,
I thank the Lord He let a nigga it this far,
A lot niggas don't, a lot of weep.
I gotta carry on, all the is on me.
You never know when a nigga might try to me.
Rest In Peace that nigga Lee,
I liquor, homie.

foul, but yo the world keeps spinning,
Gotta winning, get up off this cheap linen,
Nigga eat, even if it means sinning,
Niggas beef, Imma sink my teeth in 'em.
Pause, I go harder, I am all a dollar.
You niggas street smart? I'm a scholar.
So trust me, I ain't stopping 'til my is long,
So much dough, hoes will think I'm rocking money cologne.

a model at the crib waiting, "Honey, I'm home."
Cooking greens for a nigga, 'em plenty, a dome.
It's funny, we dream about money so its like we almost got it,
Until we reach up in our pockets, its to face reality,
The ville is a trap now,
And if you ain't focused you gonna be for awhile, yeah.

My nigga Mike with me, riding shotgun,
Type a know about every car, but don't got one.
That's hunger, no wonder niggas fucking the evils,
on the corner, selling crack like its legal.
But who am I to judge how a get his paper?
This money soon, dog, I'm tryna get my cake up.
I guess I gotta wake up these myself,
An E&J sipper, but my is top shelf,
Young J, the shit you niggas ever heard of.
A journalist nigga, call me the Observer.

You the routine, man

Real can relate,
And niggas can relate, man.
My know about the struggle, man.
What you know about your momma sewing patches on your holes,
I had the light blue jeans the green patches, haha, oh shit.
I was in like first man, I swear
It was like the Sixes came out, the Sixes.
Them was so fly man, I wanted them so bad.
what up man?
My nigga Darryl had shits on in class yo,
I wanted shit soooo bad.
I my mom for that shit, you know.
But she couldn't afford it, yo, she me,
Got me some Reeboks black tops,
But that was all tho, cuz uh,
The after that I had, I had some, some no name shits,
all black shits, haha
Them shits had metal, shoelace buckles and shit, you know?
But you know back niggas didn't,
Niggas even know he was broke man, no worries and shit.
But uh, times changed man, I got bills,
My mom is in debt, what you know about
loans and shit, nigga
Gotta get money, ma