Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

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

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

Pretentious, arrogant is senseless
Pro-ball players with white wives, peep they 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 a taurus with the donuts
Now I grown up, got it up
Got the rap game sewn up,
Niggas acting cool but really no love
I a slow buzz, off the dutch

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

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

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

With so drama in QBC
It's kinda being Escobarro
Elderado Red, Dom out the bottle
My life is like a Donald novel
We wave glasses like

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

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

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

Amply, in this thug's fantasy
Richest nigga in show biz is 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 Nasty to Nas, to Nas to

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

Now the main thing that boggle my be all the bottles of pain
Iced the chain and all the came
tried to throw 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 written was
overseas, southeast, diamond and riches
Sleepin' on the plane wake up when we
real scared, on the ground
Rollie flush, princess cuts, and large

The crews up, findin' time to 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 make the game, the made me
Records for the babies so they up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and keep glancing

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