Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams (Remix)

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Street 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 with big G's
Who am I to
looking 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 when we
Dollars and cents, a fugitive two attempts
Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a
I'm innocent, til proven guilty
I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up
For real G, I'ma fulfill my
If I conceal my scheme, then precisely build my cream
The first without the clique
Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, is it
face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes
I it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes
God sake, what got to do to make a half million
Without the FBI feelings

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 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 feet back
Holding gats wasn't me fat, snitches on my back
Living with moms, getting it on, crack down the toilet
Two from bein alcoholic
Nine hundred ninety nine thou from being 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 Argentina coke with the nina
Up in the hotel, on sessamina
Trina got the fishscale her
The way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs seen her
She got me back sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
Bitches blow me hopping in the drop-top BM
Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit this

dreams are made of these
Niggas Beemers and 300 E's
A dealer's 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
Everybody's looking for

Growing up project-struck, looking for luck
Scoping the niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing
Cars, ghetto stars pushing ill
G'n, heard about them old OD'n
Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the lady
Worshipping every word them rope rocking niggas 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 blunts and drink
Ain't that funny? Getting put on to crack
With all the gun play, painting the kettle hungry
A case of beers in the staircase I years
Some niggas went for theirs, 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 Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's 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
Everybody's for something

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