Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

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

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

Pretentious, arrogant niggas is
players with white wives, peep they night lives
While you could catch me in a crisp white
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 with the donuts
Now I grown up, got it up
Got the rap sewn up, sho-nuff
Niggas cool but it's really no love
I feel a slow buzz, off the

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

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

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

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

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

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

Some fell the reach of help
Cut in the street, thinkin' they could teach
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 show biz is I plan to be
Heavy chain and my QB sway, living this life
write about me, in this dream it's all tight

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

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

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

Halftime, New York state of mind, it was written was
Trips overseas, southeast, and riches
Sleepin' on the plane up when we land
Feelin' scared, on the ground
Rollie flush, princess cuts, and 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
Records for the babies so they up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and ladies'll glancing

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