Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams

Uh, what, what, uh

Street dreams are of these
push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug destiny is reaching a key
Everybody's for something
Street dreams are made of
Shorties on they knees, for 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, with one of gear
Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we
with the glaze in my eye, that we find when we
dollars and cents, a with two attempts
Jakes had no 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 real G, fulfill my dream
If I my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream
the first trip without the
Sent the bitch with the brick, this is it
Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the
I want it all, Armor All Benz and papes
God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half
without the FBI feelings

From fat cat to papi, see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand back
Holding gats wasn't me fat, snitches on my back
Living moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet
Two sips from 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 dream we all score with
The cartel Argentina coke with the
Up in the hotel, on sessamina
Trina got the fishscale her
The way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs seen her
She got me back living sweeter, fresh
Guess, David Robinson's, moccasins
Bitches blow me while hopping in the BM
Word is bond son, I had that down on my shit like this

Growing up project-struck, for luck dreaming
Scoping the large beaming, check what I'm seeing
Cars, stars pushing ill Europeans
G'n, heard them old timers OD'n
Young, 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady
Worshipping every word rope rocking niggas gave me
The street me up, giving a fuck
I thought and a gold chain was living it up
I the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody
Cut out of class, to smoke blunts and drink naughty
Ain't that funny? put on to crack money
With all the gun play, painting the black hungry
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 pull out of the no doubt
Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out

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