Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams (Remix)

Uh, what, what, uh

Street are made of these
push Beemers and 300 E's
A dealer's destiny is reaching 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 looking for

My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a
Headed for Delaware, with one of gear
Nothing on my mind but the dime we blazed
With the glaze in my eye, that we find we crave
Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two
Jakes had no trace of the face, now they a print
Though I'm innocent, til proven
try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty
For real G, I'ma fulfill my
If I conceal my scheme, then I'll build my cream
The first without the clique
the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it
Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the
I it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes
God sake, what got to do to make a half 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 are made of these
on they knees, for niggas with big G's
Who am I to
Everybody's for something

From fat cat to papi, see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet
Holding gats wasn't me fat, snitches on my back
Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the
Two sips from alcoholic
hundred ninety nine thou from being 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 with the nina
Up in the hotel, smoking on
Trina got the fishscale her
The way the bitch shook her ass yo the never seen her
She got me living sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, Walle'
Bitches blow me hopping in the drop-top BM
Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like

dreams are made of these
Niggas push and 300 E's
A dealer's destiny is reaching a key
looking 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, throwing rocks at the crazy
Worshipping every word rope rocking niggas gave me
The raised me up, giving a fuck
I thought Jordan's and a chain was living it up
I knew the dopes, the pushers, the everybody
Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink
Ain't that funny? Getting put on to money
With all the gun play, painting the black hungry
A case of in the staircase I wasted years
niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career
But I'm a rebel stressing, to out of the heat no doubt
Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out

Street are made of these
Niggas push and 300 E's
A dealer's 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
looking for something

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