Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams

Uh, what, what, uh

Street dreams are of these
Niggas push and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is a key
Everybody's for something
Street dreams are made of
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, one-fourth of a
Headed for Delaware, one change of gear
Nothing on my mind but the 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
I'ma try to filthy, a club and start up realty
For G, I'ma fulfill my dream
If I conceal my scheme, precisely I'll build my cream
the trip without the clique
Sent the bitch with the brick, this is it
Fresh face, NY got a Crooked I for the Jakes
I want it all, Armor All 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 making me fat, snitches on my back
Living with moms, getting it on, crack down the toilet
Two sips bein alcoholic
Nine hundred ninety thou from being rich but now I'm all for it
My man saw it like Dionne
A wiser team, for a wiser dream we all score with
The cartel Argentina coke with the
Up in the hotel, smoking on
Trina got the between her
The way the bitch shook her ass yo the never seen her
She got me back living sweeter, Caesar
Guess, Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
Bitches me while hopping in the drop-top BM
Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit this

Growing up project-struck, looking for luck
Scoping the niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing
Cars, ghetto stars ill Europeans
G'n, heard about them old timers
Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy
Worshipping word them rope rocking niggas gave me
The raised me up, giving a fuck
I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was it up
I knew the dopes, the pushers, the everybody
Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and naughty
Ain't that funny? Getting put on to crack
With all the gun play, the kettle black hungry
A case of beers in the staircase I years
niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career
But I'm a stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt
With Jeeps out, spending never holding out

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