Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams

Uh, what, what, uh

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

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 dime sack we
with the glaze in my eye, that we find when we
and cents, a fugitive with two attempts
Jakes had no trace of the face, now drew a print
Though I'm innocent, til guilty
I'ma try to filthy, a club and start up realty
For real G, I'ma fulfill my
If I conceal my scheme, precisely I'll build my cream
the trip without 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, All Benz and endless papes
God sake, what nigga got to do to a half million
without the FBI feelings

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, getting it on, flushing crack the toilet
Two from bein alcoholic
Nine hundred ninety nine thou from rich but now I'm all for it
My man saw it like Warwick
A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score
The cartel coke with the nina
Up in the hotel, smoking on
Trina got the fishscale her
The way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs never her
She got me back sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, moccasins
Bitches blow me while hopping in the BM
Word is bond son, I had that down on my shit like this

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

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