Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

Honies, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, movie stars
Gat now rap singers 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, some go down, it's
Happy days balancing with life's
Hoppin' in V's, knowin' day I got to lead properly

High up in a realizing the price paid
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' corks like made it

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

I mean before this, I 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 it's really no
I feel a slow buzz, off the

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

Honies, cash, weed,
celebrities, hood movie stars
Gat slingers now rap 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

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

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

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

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

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

Honies, cash, weed,
celebrities, hood 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 from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to

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

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

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

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