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 looking for
dreams 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, one change of gear
Nothing on my mind but the sack we blazed
the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave
dollars and cents, a fugitive with two
Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a
Though I'm innocent, til guilty
I'ma try to filthy, a club and start up realty
For real G, fulfill my dream
If I conceal my scheme, then I'll build my cream
the trip without the clique
Sent the bitch the quarter brick, this is it
face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes
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 making me fat, on my back
with moms, getting it on, flushing crack 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 like Warwick
A wiser team, for a wiser dream we all score with
The cartel Argentina with the nina
Up in the hotel, smoking on
Trina got the fishscale her
The way the bitch her ass yo the dogs never seen her
She got me back sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, moccasins
Bitches 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, for luck dreaming
Scoping the niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing
Cars, ghetto stars pushing ill
G'n, heard them old timers OD'n
Young, 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady
Worshipping every word them rope rocking gave me
The street me up, giving a fuck
I thought Jordan's and a chain was living it up
I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts
Cut out of class, just to smoke 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, coke as they career
But I'm a stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt
With tinted out, spending never holding out

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