Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

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

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

Pretentious, niggas is senseless
Pro-ball players with white wives, peep 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 a taurus with the donuts
Now I up, got it chromed up
Got the rap sewn up, sho-nuff
Niggas acting cool but really no love
I feel a slow buzz, off the

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,
Ghetto celebrities, movie stars
Gat slingers now rap are who we are
from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

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

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

Drunk with mad problems, and shot pockets
My niggas from the block this
Box cocaine, cook it and 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 of wealth
And randomly, feed our family, the are insanity

Amply, in this thug's fantasy
Richest nigga in biz is what I plan 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 slingers now rap are who we are
Went Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

Money, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, hood movie
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 and all the followers came
They tried to me off track but I caught that
They thought I lost that but I'm continuing to make more

Halftime, New York state of mind, it was written was
Trips overseas, southeast, diamond and
Sleepin' on the plane up when we land
real 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, it's
I didn't the game, the game made me
Records for the so they raised up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and ladies'll keep

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