Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams

Uh, what, what, uh

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

My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a
Headed for Delaware, with one of gear
Nothing on my mind but the sack we blazed
with the glaze in my eye, that we find we crave
and cents, a fugitive with two attempts
Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a
I'm innocent, til proven guilty
I'ma try to filthy, purchase a and start up realty
For real G, fulfill my dream
If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my
the first trip the clique
Sent the bitch the quarter brick, this is it
Fresh face, NY got a Crooked I for the Jakes
I want it all, Armor All Benz and endless
God sake, what got to do to make a half million
without the FBI catching

From fat cat to papi, see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a feet back
Holding gats wasn't me fat, snitches on my back
Living with moms, it on, flushing crack down the toilet
Two sips from alcoholic
Nine hundred nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it
My man saw it Dionne Warwick
A wiser team, for a wiser dream we all score with
The cartel Argentina with the nina
Up in the hotel, on sessamina
Trina got the 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
is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this

Growing up project-struck, for luck dreaming
Scoping the large beaming, check what I'm seeing
Cars, ghetto stars pushing ill
G'n, heard about them old OD'n
Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the lady
every word them rope rocking niggas gave me
The street me up, giving a fuck
I thought Jordan's and a gold was living it up
I the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody
Cut out of class, to smoke blunts and drink naughty
Ain't that Getting put on to crack money
With all the gun play, painting the black hungry
A case of beers in the I wasted 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, spending never out

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