Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

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

High up in a realizing the price paid
For this life laid in the 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 is senseless
Pro-ball players with wives, peep they night lives
While you catch me in a crisp white five
Dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al Green on, my theme
and happiness, how can it seem wrong?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amply, in this thug's fantasy
Richest nigga in show biz is what I 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,
Ghetto celebrities, hood movie
Gat now rap singers are who we are
Went from to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

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

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

Halftime, New York of mind, it was written was hittin'
Trips overseas, southeast, and riches
Sleepin' on the wake up when we land
Feelin' real scared, on the
flush, princess 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, crazy
I didn't make the game, the made me
for the babies so they raised up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and ladies'll glancing

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