Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams (Remix)

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Street dreams are made of
Niggas push and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is a key
Everybody's looking for
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, one-fourth of a
Headed for Delaware, one change of gear
Nothing on my mind but the sack we blazed
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 drew a
Though I'm innocent, til proven
I'ma try to filthy, a club and start up realty
For G, I'ma fulfill my dream
If I conceal my scheme, then I'll build my cream
The first trip the clique
Sent the bitch the quarter brick, this is it
Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the
I want it all, Armor All and endless papes
God sake, what nigga got to do to make a million
the FBI catching feelings

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

From fat cat to papi, see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a feet back
Holding wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back
Living with moms, it on, flushing crack down the toilet
Two from bein alcoholic
Nine hundred ninety thou from being rich 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 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
blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM
Word is bond son, I had that down on my shit like this

Street dreams are of these
Niggas push 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
looking for something

Growing up project-struck, for luck dreaming
Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm
Cars, ghetto stars pushing ill
G'n, heard about old timers OD'n
Young, 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady
Worshipping every word them rope rocking gave me
The street raised me up, giving a
I thought Jordan's and a 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 Getting put on to crack money
With all the gun play, painting the black hungry
A case of beers in the staircase I wasted
Some went for theirs, flipping coke as they career
But I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the no doubt
With Jeeps tinted out, spending never out

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

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