Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams (Remix)

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Street are made of these
push 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

My man put me up for the share, of a square
for Delaware, with one change of gear
Nothing on my but the dime sack we blazed
With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we
and cents, a fugitive with two attempts
Jakes had no trace of the face, now they a print
Though I'm innocent, til 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 precisely build my cream
The first without the clique
Sent the bitch with the brick, this is it
Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the
I want it all, Armor All Benz and papes
God sake, nigga got to do to make a half million
Without the FBI catching

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 made of
on they knees, for niggas with big G's
Who am I to
looking for something

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

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

Growing up project-struck, looking for dreaming
Scoping the large niggas beaming, check I'm seeing
Cars, ghetto stars pushing ill
G'n, heard them old timers OD'n
Young, early 80's, rocks at the crazy 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 everybody
Cut out of class, to smoke blunts and drink naughty
Ain't funny? Getting put on to crack money
With all the gun play, painting the black hungry
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 heat no
With tinted out, spending never holding out

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

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