Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams

Uh, what, what, uh

Street dreams are of these
push Beemers and 300 E's
A dealer's destiny is reaching a key
looking for something
Street dreams are of these
Shorties on knees, for niggas with 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, with one of gear
Nothing on my mind but the sack we blazed
with the glaze in my eye, that we find we crave
and cents, a fugitive with two attempts
Jakes had no of the face, now they drew a print
I'm innocent, til proven guilty
I'ma try to filthy, a club and start up realty
For G, I'ma fulfill my dream
If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my
the trip without the clique
Sent the bitch the quarter brick, this is it
Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the
I want it all, Armor All Benz and endless
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
Holding gats wasn't making me fat, on my back
Living with moms, getting it on, crack down the toilet
Two from bein alcoholic
Nine hundred nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it
My man saw it Dionne Warwick
A wiser team, for a dream we could all score with
The cartel coke with the nina
Up in the hotel, smoking on
Trina got the between 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 blow me 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 dreaming
Scoping the large niggas beaming, what I'm seeing
Cars, stars pushing ill Europeans
G'n, heard about them old timers
Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy
Worshipping every word them rope rocking niggas me
The street raised me up, giving a
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 and drink naughty
Ain't that funny? Getting put on to crack
With all the gun play, painting the kettle black
A case of beers in the staircase I years
Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as career
But I'm a rebel stressing, to out of the heat no doubt
With tinted out, spending never holding out

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