Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams (Remix)

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Street dreams are of these
push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is a key
looking for something
Street are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggas 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, with one change of
Nothing on my mind but the dime 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 they drew a
Though I'm innocent, til proven
I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and up realty
For real G, I'ma my dream
If I conceal my scheme, then I'll build my cream
The first trip without the
Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, is it
Fresh face, NY got a Crooked I for the Jakes
I it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes
God sake, what nigga got to do to a half million
the FBI catching feelings

Street are made of these
push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug destiny is reaching a key
looking for something
Street dreams are of these
Shorties on 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, a thousand feet back
Holding gats making me fat, snitches on my back
Living with moms, it on, flushing crack down the toilet
Two sips from alcoholic
Nine hundred ninety thou from being rich but now I'm all for it
My man saw it Dionne Warwick
A team, for a wiser dream we could all score with
The cartel Argentina with the nina
Up in the hotel, smoking on
Trina got the between her
The way the bitch shook her ass yo the never seen her
She got me living sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM
Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my like this

Street are made of these
Niggas Beemers and 300 E's
A drug 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
looking for something

Growing up project-struck, looking for dreaming
the large 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 at the crazy lady
Worshipping every word them rope niggas gave me
The raised me up, giving a fuck
I Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up
I the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody
Cut out of class, just to smoke and drink naughty
Ain't that funny? Getting put on to money
With all the gun play, the kettle black hungry
A case of beers in the staircase I years
Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they
But I'm a stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt
With Jeeps tinted out, spending never out

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

Street dreams are made of
Niggas push 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
Everybody's for something