Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams (Remix)

Uh, what, what, uh

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

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 sack we
With the glaze in my eye, that we when we crave
Dollars and cents, a fugitive two attempts
Jakes had no trace of the face, now drew a print
Though I'm innocent, til proven
I'ma try to filthy, 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
Sent the with the quarter 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 a half million
the FBI catching feelings

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

fat cat to papi, niggas see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand back
Holding gats wasn't making me fat, on my back
Living with moms, getting it on, crack down the toilet
Two sips from bein
Nine hundred ninety nine thou being rich but now I'm all for it
My man saw it like Dionne
A wiser team, for a wiser dream we all score with
The cartel Argentina with the nina
Up in the hotel, on sessamina
Trina got the between her
The way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs seen her
She got me back living sweeter, Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, moccasins
blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM
Word is bond son, I had that down on my shit like this

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

up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming
Scoping the large niggas beaming, check I'm seeing
Cars, ghetto stars ill Europeans
G'n, about them old timers OD'n
Young, early 80's, rocks at the crazy lady
Worshipping word them rope rocking niggas gave me
The street raised me up, giving a
I thought and a gold chain was living it up
I knew the dopes, the pushers, the everybody
Cut out of class, to smoke blunts and drink naughty
Ain't that funny? put on to crack money
With all the gun play, painting the kettle hungry
A case of in the staircase I wasted years
Some niggas went for theirs, flipping as they career
But I'm a stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt
With Jeeps tinted out, spending holding out

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

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