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, out long it's like a boardwalk
Monopoly, make it around, some go down, it's prophecy
Happy days balancing with atrocities
Hoppin' in V's, knowin' some day I got to lead

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

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

I mean before this, I to rock a taurus with the donuts
Now I grown up, got it up
Got the rap sewn up, sho-nuff
acting cool but it's really no love
I a slow buzz, off the dutch

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

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

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

With so drama in QBC
It's kinda hard being
Elderado Red, sippin' Dom out the
My is like a Donald Goines novel
We wave like bravo

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

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

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

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

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

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 boggle my brain be all the bottles of pain
Iced the chain and all the came
They tried to throw me off track but I that
They thought I lost that but I'm 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 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, it's
I make the game, the game made me
Records for the babies so they up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and ladies'll glancing

know the routine out this [Incomprehensible], word up