Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams (Remix)

Uh, what, what, uh

Street dreams are of these
Niggas push and 300 E's
A drug 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
Everybody's looking for

My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a
Headed for Delaware, one change of gear
Nothing on my mind but the sack we blazed
With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we
Dollars and cents, a with two attempts
Jakes had no trace of the face, now they a print
Though I'm innocent, til guilty
I'ma try to filthy, purchase a and start up realty
For real G, I'ma fulfill my
If I my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream
The first without the clique
Sent the with the quarter brick, this is it
Fresh face, NY got a Crooked I for the Jakes
I want it all, Armor All Benz and endless
God sake, what got to do to make a half million
the FBI catching feelings

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

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

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

Growing up project-struck, looking for luck
Scoping the large niggas beaming, what I'm seeing
Cars, ghetto pushing ill Europeans
G'n, heard about them old timers
Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy
Worshipping word them rope rocking niggas gave me
The street raised me up, giving a
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
Ain't that funny? Getting put on to crack
With all the gun play, painting the black hungry
A case of beers in the I wasted years
Some niggas went for theirs, flipping as they career
But I'm a stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt
With Jeeps tinted out, never holding out

Street dreams are made of
Niggas Beemers and 300 E's
A dealer's destiny 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
looking for something

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