Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

The we all walk, starts out long it's like a boardwalk
Monopoly, some make it around, go down, it's prophecy
Happy days with life's atrocities
Hoppin' in V's, knowin' 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' like they made it

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

I mean before this, I used to rock a taurus with the
Now I grown up, got it up
Got the rap game sewn up,
Niggas acting cool but really no love
I feel a buzz, off the dutch

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

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

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

so much 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

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

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

Some fell beyond the 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, this king's life
write about me, in this dream it's all tight

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 Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

Now the main thing that my brain be all the bottles of pain
the chain 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 stacks

Halftime, New state of mind, it was written was hittin'
Trips overseas, southeast, and riches
Sleepin' on the plane up when we land
real scared, on the ground
Rollie flush, princess cuts, and rounds

The crews up, findin' time to shine
real, you violate, be in a pine 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 raised up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and ladies'll keep

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