Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams

Uh, what, what, uh

Street dreams are of these
push 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
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 but the dime sack we blazed
with the glaze in my eye, that we when we crave
and cents, a fugitive with 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 fulfill my
If I conceal my scheme, precisely I'll build my cream
the trip without the clique
Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, is it
Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the
I want it all, Armor All 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, push a thousand feet
Holding gats wasn't making me fat, on my back
Living with moms, getting it on, crack down the toilet
Two sips from alcoholic
Nine ninety 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 the nina
Up in the hotel, smoking on
Trina got the 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 me while 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, ghetto stars ill Europeans
G'n, heard about them old timers
Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the lady
Worshipping word them rope rocking niggas gave me
The street raised me up, a fuck
I thought and a gold chain was living it up
I knew the dopes, the pushers, the everybody
Cut out of class, to smoke blunts and drink naughty
Ain't funny? Getting put on to crack money
With all the gun play, painting the black hungry
A of beers in the staircase I wasted years
niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career
But I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the no doubt
With Jeeps tinted out, spending holding out

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