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 matter you come from

A dolla and a dream, all a nigga got
So if its about that c.r.e.a.m., I'm all up in the spot.
I was raised in the
Why a never gave me nothing?
Pops left me, I ain't never cry, baby, him, that's life.
And me I'm living,
Look a nigga made out,
The that I was given,
what a nigga came out
Momma patches 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 niggas never pop no Cristal, it was pistols.
You pass through, you better pray them missed y'all,
I the Lord He let a nigga make it this far,
A lot niggas don't, a lot of weep.
I gotta on, all the weight is on me.
You never know a nigga might try to harm me.
Rest In Peace nigga John Lee,
I liquor, homie.

It's foul, but yo the keeps spinning,
Gotta keep winning, get up off this linen,
Nigga Imma eat, even if it sinning,
Niggas want beef, Imma 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 my money is long,
So much dough, them hoes think I'm rocking money cologne.

Have a model at the waiting, "Honey, I'm home."
greens for a nigga, give '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 time to reality,
The ville is a trap now,
And if you ain't focused you gonna be for awhile, yeah.

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

You the routine, man

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