Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

The path we all walk, starts out long like a boardwalk
Monopoly, make it around, some go down, it's prophecy
Happy days with life's 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 light
One might say, top of the two whips, a crib and a girl
Quick to celebrate it, poppin' corks like made it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Some fell the reach of help
Cut in the street, thinkin' could teach theyself
When all we wanted was a of wealth
And randomly, feed our family, the are insanity

Amply, living in this fantasy
nigga in show biz is what I plan to be
Heavy chain and my QB sway, living this life
Magazines write about me, in this dream all tight

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

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

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

Halftime, New York state of mind, it was written was
Trips overseas, southeast, diamond and
on the plane wake up when we land
Feelin' scared, on the ground
flush, princess cuts, and large rounds

The crews up, time to shine rocks
real, you violate, be in a pine box
If it go there, I lay you before you lay me, it's
I didn't make the game, the made me
Records for the babies so they up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and ladies'll glancing

Y'all know the routine out [Incomprehensible], word up