Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams

Uh, what, what, uh

Street are made of these
Niggas push and 300 E's
A drug destiny is reaching a key
looking for something
Street dreams are of these
Shorties on they knees, for 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, one change of gear
Nothing on my mind but the dime we blazed
with the glaze in my eye, that we find when we
dollars and cents, a with two attempts
Jakes had no trace of the face, now they 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 I'll build my cream
the first without the clique
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 Benz and papes
God sake, what got to do to make a half million
without the FBI catching

From fat cat to papi, see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet
Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my
Living with moms, getting it on, flushing down the toilet
Two sips from bein
Nine hundred ninety nine thou 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 coke with the nina
Up in the hotel, smoking on
Trina got the fishscale her
The way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs never her
She got me back living sweeter, Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, moccasins
Bitches me while hopping in the drop-top BM
Word is bond son, I had that bitch on my shit like this

Growing up project-struck, looking for luck
Scoping the large beaming, check what I'm seeing
Cars, ghetto stars pushing ill
G'n, heard about them old OD'n
Young, early 80's, rocks at the crazy lady
every word them rope rocking niggas gave me
The street me up, giving a fuck
I thought Jordan's and a gold was living it up
I the dopes, the pushers, the addicts 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 staircase I years
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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