Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams

Uh, what, what, uh

Street dreams are made of
Niggas Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's is reaching a key
looking for something
Street are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggas 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 change of
Nothing on my mind but the dime we blazed
with the glaze in my eye, that we find when we
dollars and cents, a fugitive two attempts
Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a
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, then precisely I'll build my
the first without the clique
Sent the with the quarter brick, this is it
Fresh face, NY plates got a I for the Jakes
I it all, Armor All Benz and endless 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, a thousand feet back
Holding gats making me fat, snitches on my back
Living moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet
Two from bein alcoholic
Nine hundred ninety nine thou from rich but now I'm all for it
My man saw it like Dionne
A wiser team, for a dream we could all score with
The cartel Argentina coke the nina
Up in the hotel, on sessamina
Trina got the between her
The way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs never 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 down on my shit like this

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

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