Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

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

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

Pretentious, arrogant is senseless
Pro-ball with white wives, peep they night lives
While you could catch me in a white five
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 taurus the donuts
Now I up, got it chromed up
Got the rap game up, sho-nuff
Niggas acting cool but it's really no
I a slow buzz, off the dutch

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

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

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

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

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

Some beyond the reach of help
Cut in the street, thinkin' they could theyself
When all we was a piece of wealth
And randomly, our family, the streets 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 life
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
from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

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

Now the main thing 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 but I'm continuing to make more stacks

Halftime, New York state of mind, it was was hittin'
Trips overseas, southeast, and riches
Sleepin' on the plane up when we land
real scared, on the ground
Rollie flush, 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 you lay me, it's crazy
I didn't the game, the game made me
Records for the so they raised up in mansions
Haters hating, and ladies'll keep glancing

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