Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams (Remix)

Uh, what, what, uh

Street are made of these
Niggas Beemers and 300 E's
A dealer's 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

My man put me up for the share, of a square
Headed for Delaware, one change of gear
Nothing on my but the dime sack we blazed
With the glaze in my eye, that we find we crave
Dollars and cents, a with two attempts
Jakes had no trace of the face, now drew a print
I'm innocent, til proven guilty
I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up
For G, I'ma fulfill my dream
If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll my cream
The trip without the clique
Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, is it
face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes
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 made of
Niggas push and 300 E's
A drug 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
Everybody's for something

fat cat to papi, niggas see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, a thousand feet back
Holding gats making me fat, snitches on my back
Living moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet
Two from bein alcoholic
Nine hundred ninety nine thou from rich but now I'm all for it
My man saw it like Dionne
A wiser team, for a dream we could all score with
The cartel Argentina coke the nina
Up in the hotel, on sessamina
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, moccasins
Bitches blow me while in the drop-top BM
Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my like this

dreams are made of these
Niggas push 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 niggas big G's
Who am I to
Everybody's for something

Growing up project-struck, looking for luck
Scoping the large beaming, check what I'm seeing
Cars, ghetto stars pushing ill
G'n, heard about old timers OD'n
Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the lady
every word them rope rocking niggas gave me
The raised me up, giving 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, to smoke blunts and drink naughty
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 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 holding out

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

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