Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

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

High up in a five the price paid
For this 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 they made it

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

I mean before this, I used to rock a taurus with the
Now I grown up, got it up
Got the rap game sewn up,
Niggas acting cool but it's really no
I feel a buzz, off the dutch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,
Ghetto celebrities, hood stars
Gat now rap singers are who we are
Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to

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

Halftime, New York state of mind, it was written was
overseas, southeast, diamond and riches
Sleepin' on the plane up when we land
real scared, on the ground
Rollie flush, cuts, and large rounds

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

know the routine out this [Incomprehensible], word up