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
Shorties on knees, for niggas with big G's
Who am I to
Everybody's looking for

My man put me up for the share, of a square
Headed for Delaware, with one of gear
Nothing on my mind but the dime we blazed
the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave
dollars and cents, a fugitive two attempts
had no trace of the face, now they drew a print
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, precisely I'll build my cream
the first trip without the
Sent the with the quarter brick, this is it
Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the
I want it all, Armor All and endless papes
God sake, what nigga got to do to a half million
the FBI catching feelings

From fat cat to papi, see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, a thousand feet back
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 dream we could all score with
The cartel Argentina coke with the
Up in the hotel, on sessamina
Trina got the fishscale her
The way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs seen her
She got me living sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
Bitches blow me while in the drop-top BM
Word is bond son, I had that bitch on my shit like this

Growing up project-struck, looking for dreaming
Scoping the large beaming, check what I'm seeing
Cars, ghetto pushing ill Europeans
G'n, heard about them old timers
Young, early 80's, rocks at the crazy lady
Worshipping every them rope rocking niggas 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 everybody
Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and naughty
that funny? Getting put on to crack money
With all the gun play, painting the kettle hungry
A case of beers in the I wasted years
Some niggas for theirs, flipping 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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