Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams (Remix)

Uh, what, what, uh

Street dreams are made of
Niggas Beemers and 300 E's
A dealer's destiny is reaching a key
Everybody's for something
dreams are made 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, of a square
for Delaware, with one change of gear
Nothing on my mind but the sack we blazed
With the glaze in my eye, we find when we crave
Dollars and cents, a fugitive two attempts
Jakes had no of the face, now they drew a print
Though I'm innocent, til proven
I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and up realty
For G, I'ma fulfill my dream
If I conceal my scheme, precisely I'll build my cream
The trip without the clique
Sent the bitch with the brick, this is it
Fresh face, NY plates got a I for the Jakes
I want it all, All Benz and endless 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 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 looking for

fat cat to papi, niggas see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, a thousand feet back
gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back
Living moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet
Two sips from alcoholic
Nine hundred ninety nine thou from being but now I'm all for it
My man saw it like Dionne
A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score
The cartel Argentina coke with the
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 sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, moccasins
Bitches blow me hopping in the drop-top BM
Word is son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this

Street dreams are of these
push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is 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

up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming
Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm
Cars, ghetto pushing ill Europeans
G'n, about them old timers OD'n
Young, early 80's, throwing at the crazy lady
Worshipping every word them rope niggas gave me
The raised me up, giving a fuck
I thought Jordan's and a gold was living it up
I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts
Cut out of class, just to smoke and drink naughty
Ain't funny? Getting put on to crack money
With all the gun play, painting the kettle hungry
A case of beers in the staircase I years
niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career
But I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no
With Jeeps tinted out, never holding out

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

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