Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

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

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

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

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

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, movie stars
Gat slingers now rap are who we are
Went Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

With so much in QBC
It's kinda hard being
Elderado Red, sippin' Dom out the
My life is a Donald Goines novel
We wave glasses bravo

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

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

fell beyond the reach of help
Cut in the street, thinkin' they could theyself
When all we wanted was a 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 chain and my QB sway, this king's life
Magazines write about me, in this dream all tight

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

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

Now the main thing that boggle my brain be all the bottles of
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 more stacks

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

know the routine out this [Incomprehensible], word up