Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams

Uh, what, what, uh

Street dreams are of these
Niggas push and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is a key
looking for something
Street dreams are 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, 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 find when we
and cents, a fugitive with two attempts
Jakes had no of the face, now they drew a print
Though I'm innocent, til guilty
I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up
For real G, fulfill my dream
If I conceal my scheme, precisely I'll build my cream
the first trip the clique
Sent the with the quarter brick, this is it
face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes
I it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes
God sake, what nigga got to do to a half million
the FBI catching feelings

From fat cat to papi, see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a feet back
gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back
Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack the toilet
Two sips from bein
hundred ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it
My man saw it like Warwick
A team, for a wiser 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 her ass yo the dogs never seen her
She got me back sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, Walle'
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, looking for dreaming
the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing
Cars, stars pushing ill Europeans
G'n, heard about them old OD'n
Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the lady
Worshipping every word them rope rocking gave me
The street me up, giving a fuck
I Jordan's 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 Getting put on to crack money
With all the gun play, the kettle black hungry
A case of beers in the staircase I wasted
Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as career
But I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the no doubt
With Jeeps out, spending never holding out

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