Luyện nghe bài hát Daydreamin'

Daydreamin' of bikes and four wheelers
Shoppin' sprees at the dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and
That new car smell

We sceamin', daydreamin' of in L.A.
The yachts, the hottest broads they make
Can't 'til it's my turn to get dough
So I gotta fuckin' day dream no more

up we ain't have much, a lot of canned food
Cereal in the white box powdered milk too
My moms buy me the shoes I want
We put lay-away on shit that only cost a few

cool to have shelto, I had the libeaz
With the ass Velcro, looking ridiculous
I way back then we had to step it up
'Cause for the bus in the snow wasn't us

Me and hav' took the train from to Conney
Everyday and night just so we can got songs
We had guns, weed and a of forties
If we got on the way, we could jook someone

We used to watch video box
And pray maybe one day we could get a
Outside, my niggaz had all that you see on T.V.
money that they made off the block

Daydreamin' of bikes and four wheelers
Shoppin' sprees at the dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, and sneakers
That new car smell

We sceamin', daydreamin' of in L.A.
The illest yachts, the hottest broads make
Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get
So I don't gotta fuckin' day no more

My day dreams is more like
A vigil, bullet proof cars, supped up shares
My friends did a turn 'cause it's not they
Or how the gonna be when they release fur

When I get that million will I remain the same?
Or I have to get at niggaz 'cause they sayin' I changed?
everybody wanna ball, be my friend and leech?
When put me to the test, have me clapping the heat

I to think bein' rich, ain't all that bad
A far cry what a dream was all I had
Do I got the right or they riding for cash
Would they jump in front of me them cameras flash

Is the police, gon' be up my ass
Can't leave the heat under the seat, gotta a better stash
Gotta receipts 'cause that bitch uncle Sam
Invades your when you evade his tax

Daydreamin' of bikes and four wheelers
Shoppin' at the diamond dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, and sneakers
brand new car smell

We sceamin', of penthouses in L.A.
The yachts, the hottest broads they make
Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get
So I don't gotta fuckin' day no more