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 it's a boardwalk
Monopoly, make it around, some go down, it's prophecy
days balancing with life's atrocities
Hoppin' in V's, some day I got to lead properly

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

Pretentious, arrogant is senseless
Pro-ball players with white wives, they night lives
While you could me in a crisp white five
Dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al 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 up, got it chromed up
Got the rap sewn up, sho-nuff
acting cool but it's really no love
I feel a buzz, off the dutch

This is everyday, second
Got to make it pay, every lesson I
Got me open most of these 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 movie
Gat slingers now rap are who we are
Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 that my brain be all the bottles 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 of mind, it was written was hittin'
overseas, southeast, diamond and riches
Sleepin' on the plane wake up we land
Feelin' real scared, on the
Rollie flush, princess cuts, and rounds

The crews up, findin' time to rocks
real, you violate, be in a pine box
If it go there, I lay you you lay me, it's crazy
I make the game, the game made me
for the babies so they raised up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and ladies'll glancing

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