Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams (Remix)

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Street dreams are made of
Niggas Beemers 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
Everybody's for something

My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a
for Delaware, with one change of gear
Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we
the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave
Dollars and cents, a fugitive two attempts
Jakes had no trace of the face, now they a print
I'm innocent, til proven guilty
I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and up realty
For G, I'ma fulfill my dream
If I conceal my scheme, then I'll build my cream
The trip without the clique
Sent the bitch the quarter brick, this is it
face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes
I want it all, Armor All Benz and papes
God sake, what nigga got to do to a half million
Without the FBI catching

dreams are made of these
Niggas Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's is reaching a key
looking for something
Street dreams are of these
Shorties on they knees, for 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 feet back
Holding gats making me fat, snitches on my back
Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the
Two from bein alcoholic
Nine hundred ninety nine thou from being but now I'm all for it
My man saw it like Warwick
A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score
The cartel Argentina with the nina
Up in the hotel, smoking on
got the fishscale between her
The way the shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her
She got me living sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
Bitches me while hopping in the drop-top BM
Word is bond son, I had that bitch on my shit like this

dreams are made of these
Niggas push 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

up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming
Scoping the niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing
Cars, ghetto stars ill Europeans
G'n, heard about them old OD'n
Young, early 80's, rocks at the crazy lady
Worshipping every word them rocking niggas gave me
The raised me up, giving a fuck
I Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up
I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts
Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink
Ain't that funny? 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 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 push and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is a key
Everybody's for something
Street are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggas big G's
Who am I to
Everybody's for something

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