Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams

Uh, what, what, uh

Street dreams are made of
Niggas push and 300 E's
A drug destiny is reaching a key
looking for something
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, one-fourth of a
Headed for Delaware, with one of gear
on my mind but the dime sack we blazed
with the glaze in my eye, that we when we crave
dollars and cents, a fugitive with two
Jakes had no trace of the face, now drew a print
Though I'm innocent, til proven
I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and up realty
For real G, I'ma my dream
If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my
the first trip the clique
the bitch 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 endless
God sake, nigga got to do to make a half million
without the FBI catching

From fat cat to papi, see the cat
to flat, push a thousand feet back
Holding gats wasn't making me fat, on my back
Living moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet
Two sips bein alcoholic
Nine hundred ninety nine thou from 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 Argentina coke with the
Up in the hotel, smoking on
Trina got the fishscale her
The way the bitch shook her ass yo the never seen her
She got me living sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, Walle'
Bitches blow me while hopping in the BM
is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this

Growing up project-struck, for luck dreaming
the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing
Cars, ghetto stars ill Europeans
G'n, about them old timers OD'n
Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the lady
Worshipping every word rope rocking niggas gave me
The street raised me up, a fuck
I thought Jordan's and a gold was living it up
I knew the dopes, the pushers, the everybody
Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and naughty
Ain't that Getting 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 heat no
With Jeeps out, spending never holding out

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