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
Everybody's for something
Street are made of these
on they knees, for niggas with big G's
Who am I to
Everybody's for something

My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a
Headed for Delaware, with one of gear
on my mind but the dime sack we blazed
with the glaze in my eye, that we find when we
dollars and cents, a fugitive two attempts
had no trace of the face, now they drew a print
Though I'm innocent, til proven
try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty
For real G, fulfill my dream
If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my
the first trip without the
Sent the bitch with the brick, this is it
Fresh face, NY plates got a I for the Jakes
I it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes
God sake, what nigga got to do to make a million
the FBI catching feelings

From fat cat to papi, see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet
Holding gats wasn't me fat, snitches on my back
Living with moms, getting it on, flushing down the toilet
Two sips from alcoholic
hundred ninety 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
got the fishscale between her
The way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs never her
She got me living sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, Walle'
blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM
Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my like this

Growing up project-struck, looking for luck
Scoping the niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing
Cars, ghetto stars pushing ill
G'n, heard about them old OD'n
Young, early 80's, throwing at the crazy lady
Worshipping every word them rope niggas gave me
The street me up, giving a fuck
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 blunts and drink naughty
that funny? Getting put on to crack money
With all the gun play, the kettle 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 pull out of the no doubt
With Jeeps tinted out, never holding out

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