Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams

Uh, what, what, uh

Street are made of these
Niggas Beemers and 300 E's
A dealer's destiny is reaching a key
Everybody's looking for
Street dreams are made of
Shorties on knees, for niggas with big G's
Who am I to
Everybody's for something

My man put me up for the share, of a square
for Delaware, with one change of gear
Nothing on my mind but the dime we blazed
with the glaze in my eye, that we when we crave
dollars and cents, a with two attempts
Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a
Though I'm innocent, til guilty
I'ma try to filthy, purchase a and start up realty
For real G, I'ma fulfill my
If I my scheme, then 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 I for the Jakes
I want it all, Armor All Benz and papes
God sake, what got to do to make a half million
without the FBI feelings

From fat cat to papi, see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a feet back
Holding gats wasn't me fat, snitches on my back
Living with moms, it on, flushing crack down the toilet
Two sips bein alcoholic
Nine 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 we could all score with
The cartel coke with the nina
Up in the hotel, on sessamina
got the fishscale between her
The way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs never her
She got me back sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, moccasins
Bitches blow me while in the drop-top BM
Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit this

Growing up project-struck, for luck dreaming
the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing
Cars, stars pushing ill Europeans
G'n, about them old timers OD'n
Young, 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady
every word them rope rocking niggas gave me
The street raised me up, giving a
I Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up
I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts
Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and naughty
Ain't that funny? Getting put on to money
With all the gun play, painting the black hungry
A case of beers in the staircase I wasted
Some niggas went for theirs, flipping as they career
But I'm a stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt
With Jeeps tinted out, never holding out

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