Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

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

High up in a five the price paid
For life laid in the light shade
One might say, top of the world's two whips, a crib and a
Quick to celebrate it, poppin' corks like made it

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

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

This is everyday, every
Got to make it pay, every lesson I
Got me open while of these rappers'll stay burnt

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

Money, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, hood 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 a Donald Goines novel
We glasses like bravo

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

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

Some fell the reach of help
Cut in the street, they could teach theyself
When all we wanted was a of wealth
And randomly, feed our family, the are insanity

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

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

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

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

Halftime, New state of mind, it was written was hittin'
Trips overseas, southeast, and riches
Sleepin' on the plane up when we land
Feelin' real scared, on the
flush, princess cuts, and large rounds

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

Y'all know the routine out this [Incomprehensible], up