Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams (Remix)

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Street dreams are of these
push Beemers and 300 E's
A dealer's destiny is reaching a key
Everybody's looking for
Street 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 change of
Nothing on my mind but the dime we blazed
With the glaze in my eye, that we when we crave
Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two
Jakes had no trace of the face, now drew a print
Though I'm innocent, til guilty
I'ma try to filthy, 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 without the clique
Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, is it
face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes
I it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes
God sake, what got to do to make a half million
Without the FBI catching

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

From fat cat to papi, see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, a thousand feet back
Holding gats wasn't making me fat, on my back
Living with moms, it on, flushing crack down the toilet
Two sips from bein
Nine ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it
My man saw it like Warwick
A wiser team, for a wiser we could all score with
The cartel Argentina coke with the
Up in the hotel, smoking on
Trina got the between her
The way the bitch shook her ass yo the never seen her
She got me back living sweeter, fresh
Guess, David Robinson's, Walle'
blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM
Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like

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 made of
Shorties on 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 beaming, check what I'm seeing
Cars, ghetto stars pushing ill
G'n, heard them old timers OD'n
Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the lady
every word them rope rocking niggas gave me
The street raised me up, 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 and drink naughty
Ain't that funny? Getting put on to money
With all the gun play, painting the kettle black
A case of beers in the staircase I years
Some niggas went for theirs, flipping as they career
But I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the no doubt
With Jeeps tinted out, never holding out

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

Street 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 made of
Shorties on they knees, for with big G's
Who am I to
Everybody's for something