Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams (Remix)

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Street dreams are made of
Niggas push and 300 E's
A dealer's destiny 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
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 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 drew a print
Though I'm innocent, til guilty
I'ma try to filthy, a club and start up realty
For G, I'ma fulfill my dream
If I my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream
The first trip the clique
Sent the bitch with the brick, this is it
face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes
I it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes
God sake, what nigga got to do to make a million
Without the FBI catching

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

From fat cat to papi, see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a feet back
gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back
Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack the toilet
Two sips from 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 cartel Argentina coke the nina
Up in the hotel, on sessamina
got the fishscale between her
The way the shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her
She got me back living sweeter, Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, Walle'
Bitches blow me while in the drop-top BM
Word is son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this

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

Growing up project-struck, for luck dreaming
Scoping the niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing
Cars, ghetto stars ill Europeans
G'n, heard them old timers OD'n
Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the lady
Worshipping every them rope rocking niggas gave me
The street raised me up, giving a
I thought Jordan's and a gold was living it up
I knew the dopes, the pushers, the everybody
Cut out of class, just to smoke and drink naughty
Ain't that Getting put on to crack money
With all the gun play, painting the kettle black
A case of beers in the staircase I years
Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they
But I'm a rebel stressing, to out of the heat no doubt
Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out

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

Street dreams are of these
Niggas push and 300 E's
A dealer's 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
Everybody's looking for