Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams

Uh, what, what, uh

Street are made of these
Niggas push and 300 E's
A dealer's destiny is reaching a key
looking for something
Street dreams are of these
Shorties on they knees, for with big G's
Who am I to
Everybody's for something

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 sack we blazed
with the glaze in my eye, that we find we crave
dollars and cents, a fugitive two attempts
Jakes had no of the face, now they drew a print
Though I'm innocent, til guilty
try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty
For real G, I'ma fulfill my
If I conceal my scheme, then I'll build my cream
the first trip the clique
Sent the with the quarter brick, this is it
Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the
I want it all, Armor All Benz and endless
God sake, nigga got to do to make a half million
without the FBI catching

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

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

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