Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams

Uh, what, what, uh

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

My man put me up for the share, of a square
Headed for Delaware, with one change of
Nothing on my but the dime sack we blazed
with the glaze in my eye, that we find when we
dollars and cents, a fugitive two attempts
Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a
Though I'm innocent, til proven
I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up
For real G, I'ma my dream
If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my
the trip without the clique
the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it
Fresh face, NY plates got a I for the Jakes
I want it all, All Benz and endless papes
God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half
the FBI catching feelings

From fat cat to papi, see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand back
Holding wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back
Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack the toilet
Two sips from bein
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 could all score
The cartel Argentina coke with the
Up in the hotel, smoking on
Trina got the between her
The way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs never her
She got me back living sweeter, fresh
Guess, David Robinson's, moccasins
Bitches blow me while hopping in the BM
is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this

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

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