Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

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

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

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

I mean before this, I to rock a taurus with the donuts
Now I up, got it chromed up
Got the rap game up, sho-nuff
Niggas cool but it's really no love
I feel a buzz, off the dutch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The up, findin' 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
Records for the babies so they raised up in
Haters hating, and ladies'll keep glancing

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