Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams

Uh, what, what, uh

Street dreams are made of
Niggas Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's is reaching a key
Everybody's looking for
dreams are made of these
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, of a square
Headed for Delaware, with one of gear
Nothing on my mind but the sack we blazed
the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave
dollars and cents, a fugitive two attempts
had no trace of the face, now they drew a print
Though I'm innocent, til guilty
try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty
For real G, fulfill my dream
If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my
the first trip the clique
Sent the bitch with the brick, this is it
Fresh face, NY plates got a I for the Jakes
I want it all, All Benz and endless papes
God sake, what got to do to make a half million
the FBI catching feelings

From fat cat to papi, see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, a thousand feet back
Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my
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 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 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, moccasins
Bitches blow me while in the drop-top BM
Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my like this

Growing up project-struck, looking for luck
Scoping the 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 crazy
Worshipping word them rope rocking niggas gave me
The street me up, giving a fuck
I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was it up
I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts
Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink
that funny? Getting put on to crack money
With all the gun play, painting the kettle hungry
A case of beers in the I wasted years
Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as 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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