Luyện nghe bài hát Dollar & A Dream

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

A dolla and a dream, thats all a got
So if its that 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
Pops left me, I ain't cry, baby, fuck him, that's life.
And me I'm living,
Look a nigga made out,
The shit I was given,
Look a nigga came out
Momma patches on my holes,
Man, our hoes couldn't put flame out.

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

foul, but yo the world keeps spinning,
Gotta keep winning, get up off this linen,
Nigga Imma eat, even if it sinning,
want beef, Imma sink my teeth in 'em.
Pause, I go harder, I am all a dollar.
You niggas street I'm a motherfucking scholar.
So trust me, I stopping 'til my money is long,
So much dough, them hoes will think I'm money cologne.

Have a at the crib 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 up in our pockets, its time to face reality,
The ville is a nigga now,
And if you ain't you gonna be here for awhile, yeah.

My nigga rolling with me, riding shotgun,
Type a nigga about every car, but don't got one.
hunger, no wonder niggas fucking with the evils,
Posted on the corner, selling like its legal.
But who am I to judge how a get his paper?
This money coming soon, dog, I'm tryna get my 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, call me the Observer.

You the routine, man

Real can relate,
And Ville can relate, man.
My niggas know the struggle, man.
What you about your momma sewing patches on your holes, nigga?
I had the light blue jeans the green patches, haha, oh shit.
I was in first grade man, I swear
It was like the Sixes came out, the Sixes.
Them shit was so fly man, I them so bad.
Darryl what up
My Darryl had them shits on in class yo,
I wanted that shit bad.
I begged my mom for 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 year after that I had, I had some, some no shits,
all black shits, haha
Them shits had metal, metal buckles and shit, you know?
But you know then niggas didn't,
Niggas ain't know he was broke man, no worries and shit.
But uh, have changed man, I got bills,
My mom is in debt, what you about that?
College loans and shit,
Gotta get money, ma