Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

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

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

Pretentious, arrogant niggas is
Pro-ball with white wives, peep they night lives
you could catch me in a crisp white five
Dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al on, my theme song
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 sewn up, sho-nuff
Niggas acting but it's really no love
I feel a slow buzz, off the

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

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

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

With so drama in QBC
It's kinda hard being
Red, sippin' Dom out the bottle
My life is like a 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

to profit, in different ways
Goin' through this stage, called life
But each year my praised

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

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

Honies, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, hood stars
Gat now rap singers are who we are
from 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 thing that my brain be all the bottles of pain
Iced the and all the followers came
tried to throw me off track but I caught that
They thought I that but I'm continuing to make more stacks

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

The crews up, findin' time to shine
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
Records for the babies so they up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and ladies'll keep

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