Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams

Uh, what, what, uh

Street are made of these
Niggas Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is a key
looking for something
Street are made 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
for Delaware, with one change of gear
Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we
with the glaze in my eye, that we find we crave
dollars and cents, a with two attempts
had no trace of the face, now they drew a print
Though I'm innocent, til proven
try to filthy, purchase 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 first trip without the
Sent the with the quarter brick, this is it
face, NY plates got a Crooked 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 thousand back
Holding wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back
Living with moms, getting it on, flushing 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 like Dionne
A wiser team, for a wiser we could all score with
The cartel Argentina coke with the
Up in the hotel, smoking on
got the fishscale between her
The way the bitch her ass yo the dogs never seen her
She got me back sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, Walle'
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, looking for luck
Scoping the niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing
Cars, stars pushing ill Europeans
G'n, heard about them old timers
Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the 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 drink
Ain't that Getting put on to crack money
With all the gun play, the kettle black hungry
A case of in the staircase I wasted years
Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they
But I'm a stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt
With Jeeps tinted out, never holding out

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