Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

Honies, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, movie stars
Gat now rap singers are who we are
Went from 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
days balancing 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 in the light shade
One might say, top of the two whips, a crib and a girl
Quick to celebrate it, poppin' like they made it

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

I mean before this, I used to rock a with the donuts
Now I grown up, got it up
Got the rap game sewn up,
acting cool but it's 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 rappers'll burnt

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

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

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

Drunk niggas with mad problems, and pockets
My niggas from the block rock
Box cocaine, cook it and it

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

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

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

Honies, cash, weed,
celebrities, hood movie stars
Gat now rap singers are who we are
Went Nasty 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

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

Halftime, New York state of mind, it was was hittin'
Trips overseas, southeast, diamond and
Sleepin' on the wake up when we land
Feelin' real scared, on the
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 make the game, the made me
Records for the so they raised up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and keep glancing

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