Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams (Remix)

Uh, what, what, uh

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

My man put me up for the share, of a square
Headed for Delaware, with one of gear
Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we
With the glaze in my eye, we find when we crave
and cents, a fugitive with two attempts
Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a
I'm innocent, til proven guilty
I'ma try to filthy, a club and start up realty
For real G, I'ma my dream
If I conceal my scheme, precisely I'll build my cream
The first without the clique
Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, is it
Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the
I want it all, 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
Niggas push and 300 E's
A dealer's destiny is reaching a key
Everybody's looking for
Street dreams are made of
Shorties on they knees, for with big G's
Who am I to
looking for something

From fat cat to papi, see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand back
Holding gats making me fat, snitches on my back
Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack the toilet
Two sips from alcoholic
Nine hundred nine thou from being rich 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
Trina got the between her
The way the bitch her ass yo the dogs never seen her
She got me back living sweeter, fresh
Guess, Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
Bitches me while hopping in the drop-top BM
Word is bond son, I had that bitch on my shit like this

dreams are made of these
Niggas Beemers and 300 E's
A drug destiny 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
Everybody's for something

Growing up project-struck, for luck dreaming
Scoping the large beaming, check what 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 them rope niggas gave me
The raised me up, giving a fuck
I thought Jordan's and a chain was living it up
I the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody
Cut out of class, just to blunts and drink naughty
that funny? Getting 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 rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no
With Jeeps tinted out, spending holding out

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