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

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

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

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

is everyday, every second
Got to it pay, every 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
Went from to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

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

With so drama in QBC
kinda hard being Escobarro
Elderado Red, Dom out the bottle
My is like a Donald Goines novel
We wave glasses bravo

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

Looking to profit, in ways
through this difficult stage, called life
But each year my praised

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

Amply, living in thug's fantasy
Richest nigga in show biz is what I to be
Heavy and my QB sway, living this 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
Went Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

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

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

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

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

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