Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams

Uh, what, what, uh

Street dreams are made of
Niggas Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is a key
Everybody's looking for
Street dreams are made of
Shorties on they knees, for niggas big G's
Who am I to
Everybody's looking for

My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a
for Delaware, with one change of gear
Nothing on my mind but the dime we blazed
the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave
dollars and cents, a fugitive with two
Jakes had no trace of the face, now they a print
Though I'm innocent, til proven
I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and up realty
For real G, I'ma my dream
If I conceal my scheme, then precisely build my cream
the trip without the clique
Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, is it
Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the
I want it all, Armor All Benz and papes
God sake, nigga got to do to make a half million
without the FBI catching

From fat cat to papi, see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, a thousand feet back
gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back
Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the
Two from bein alcoholic
Nine hundred nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it
My man saw it like Dionne
A wiser team, for a wiser dream we all score with
The cartel Argentina with the nina
Up in the hotel, smoking on
got the fishscale between her
The way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs never her
She got me back sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
Bitches blow me while in the drop-top BM
Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit this

Growing up project-struck, looking for dreaming
Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm
Cars, ghetto pushing ill Europeans
G'n, heard them old timers OD'n
Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy
Worshipping every word them rope rocking niggas me
The street raised me up, giving a
I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was it up
I the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody
Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and naughty
Ain't that funny? Getting put on to money
With all the gun play, painting the black hungry
A case of beers in the staircase I wasted
Some niggas went for theirs, flipping as they career
But I'm a rebel stressing, to out of the heat no doubt
Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out

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