Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

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

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 it, poppin' corks like they made it

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

I mean before this, I used to a taurus with the donuts
Now I up, got it chromed up
Got the rap sewn up, sho-nuff
Niggas acting cool but it's no love
I a slow 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, movie stars
Gat slingers now rap are who we are
Went Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

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

so much drama in QBC
It's kinda hard being
Elderado Red, Dom out the bottle
My is like a Donald Goines novel
We wave glasses like

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

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

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

Amply, in this thug's fantasy
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 now rap singers are who we are
Went Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

Money, cash, weed,
celebrities, hood 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 be all the bottles of pain
the chain and all the followers came
They tried to throw me off but I caught that
They thought I lost that but I'm to make more stacks

Halftime, New York of mind, it was written was hittin'
Trips overseas, southeast, and riches
Sleepin' on the plane wake up we land
Feelin' scared, on the ground
Rollie flush, princess cuts, and large

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

know the routine out this [Incomprehensible], word up