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, one-fourth of a
Headed for Delaware, one change of gear
Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we
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 a print
I'm innocent, til proven guilty
I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up
For G, I'ma fulfill my dream
If I conceal my scheme, precisely I'll build my cream
the first trip the clique
the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it
Fresh face, NY got a Crooked I for the Jakes
I want it all, Armor All Benz and 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 back
gats 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 ninety thou from being rich but now I'm all for it
My man saw it like Dionne
A team, for a wiser dream we could all score with
The Argentina coke with the nina
Up in the hotel, smoking on
got the fishscale between her
The way the shook her ass yo the dogs never seen 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 shit like

Growing up project-struck, for luck dreaming
Scoping the large beaming, check what I'm seeing
Cars, ghetto stars ill Europeans
G'n, heard about them old timers
Young, early 80's, rocks at the crazy lady
Worshipping every word rope rocking niggas gave me
The raised me up, giving a fuck
I thought and a gold chain was living it up
I the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody
Cut out of class, to smoke blunts and drink naughty
Ain't that funny? put on to crack money
With all the gun play, painting the kettle 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 heat no
With Jeeps tinted out, spending holding out

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