Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

Honies, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, movie stars
Gat slingers now rap are who we are
Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to

The path we all walk, starts out long like a boardwalk
Monopoly, some make it around, go down, it's prophecy
Happy days balancing with life's
in V's, knowin' some day I got to lead properly

High up in a five realizing the price
For this life laid in the light
One say, top of the world's two whips, a crib and a girl
Quick to celebrate it, poppin' like they made it

Pretentious, arrogant niggas is
Pro-ball with white wives, peep they night lives
you could catch me in a crisp white five
Dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al on, my theme song
and happiness, how can it seem wrong?

I before this, I used to rock a taurus with the donuts
Now I grown up, got it up
Got the rap sewn up, sho-nuff
acting cool but it's really no love
I a slow buzz, off the dutch

is everyday, every second
Got to make it pay, every I learnt
Got me open most of these rappers'll stay burnt

Honies, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, hood movie
Gat now rap singers are who we are
Went Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

Money, cash, weed,
celebrities, hood movie stars
Gat now rap singers are who we are
Went from to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

so much drama in QBC
It's kinda being Escobarro
Elderado Red, sippin' Dom out the
My life is like a Donald novel
We wave glasses bravo

Drunk niggas mad problems, and shot pockets
My from the block rock this
Box cocaine, cook it and it

to profit, in different ways
Goin' this difficult stage, called life
But each year my physical's

Some fell beyond the reach of
Cut in the street, thinkin' they teach theyself
When all we was a piece of wealth
And randomly, our family, the streets are insanity

Amply, living in this thug's
Richest nigga in show biz is what I to be
chain and my QB sway, living this king's life
Magazines write about me, in dream it's all tight

Honies, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, movie stars
Gat now rap singers are who we are
Went Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

Money, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, hood stars
Gat now rap singers are who we are
Went Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

Now the main thing that boggle my be all the bottles of pain
the chain and all the followers came
They tried to throw me off track but I that
They I lost that but I'm continuing to make more stacks

Halftime, New York state of mind, it was written was
Trips overseas, southeast, diamond and
Sleepin' on the wake up when we land
Feelin' scared, on the ground
Rollie flush, princess cuts, and rounds

The crews up, time to shine rocks
real, you violate, be in a pine box
If it go there, I lay you you lay me, it's crazy
I didn't the game, the game made me
Records for the babies so they raised up in
Haters keep hating, and ladies'll glancing

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