Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams (Remix)

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Street are made of these
push Beemers and 300 E's
A dealer's destiny is reaching a key
Everybody's for something
Street dreams are made of
Shorties on knees, for niggas with big G's
Who am I to
looking for something

My man put me up for the share, of a square
for Delaware, with one change of gear
Nothing on my mind but the dime we blazed
With the glaze in my eye, that we find 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
I'ma try to filthy, purchase a and start up realty
For real G, fulfill my dream
If I conceal my scheme, precisely I'll build my cream
The first trip the clique
Sent the bitch 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
Without the FBI feelings

Street are made of these
Niggas Beemers and 300 E's
A drug destiny is reaching a key
Everybody's for something
Street dreams are of these
Shorties on they knees, for with big G's
Who am I to
Everybody's looking for

From fat cat to papi, see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand back
Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my
with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet
Two from bein 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 wiser dream we could all score
The cartel Argentina coke with the
Up in the hotel, on sessamina
Trina got the between her
The way the shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her
She got me back living sweeter, fresh
Guess, David Robinson's, moccasins
Bitches blow me while in the drop-top BM
Word is son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this

Street dreams are of these
Niggas push and 300 E's
A drug dealer's is reaching a key
looking for something
Street dreams are made of
on they knees, for niggas with big G's
Who am I to
Everybody's looking for

Growing up project-struck, for luck dreaming
Scoping the large niggas beaming, check I'm seeing
Cars, ghetto stars ill Europeans
G'n, heard about them old OD'n
Young, early 80's, throwing at the crazy lady
Worshipping every word rope rocking niggas gave me
The street me up, giving a fuck
I thought Jordan's and a chain was living it up
I the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody
Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink
Ain't that Getting put on to crack money
all the gun play, painting the kettle black hungry
A case of beers in the I wasted years
Some niggas went for theirs, coke as they career
But I'm a rebel stressing, to out of the heat no doubt
With Jeeps tinted out, spending holding out

Street dreams are of these
Niggas Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's 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

dreams are made of these
Niggas push and 300 E's
A dealer's destiny is reaching a key
Everybody's looking for
Street dreams are of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggas big G's
Who am I to
looking for something