Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams (Remix)

Uh, what, what, uh

Street dreams are of these
push Beemers and 300 E's
A dealer's destiny is reaching a key
Everybody's looking for
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, 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 of the face, now they 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 precisely I'll my cream
The trip without the clique
Sent the with the quarter brick, this is it
Fresh face, NY got a Crooked I for the Jakes
I want it all, Armor All and endless papes
God sake, what got to do to make a half million
the FBI catching feelings

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

fat cat to papi, niggas see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand back
Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my
with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet
Two from bein alcoholic
Nine hundred nine thou from 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 coke the nina
Up in the hotel, smoking on
Trina got the fishscale her
The way the bitch her ass yo the dogs never seen her
She got me back sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, Walle'
Bitches blow me while hopping in the BM
Word is bond son, I had that bitch on my shit like this

Street dreams are made of
Niggas Beemers 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

Growing up project-struck, looking for dreaming
Scoping the large niggas beaming, what I'm seeing
Cars, ghetto pushing ill Europeans
G'n, heard about them old OD'n
Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy
Worshipping every word rope rocking niggas gave me
The street me up, giving a fuck
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 funny? Getting put on to crack money
With all the gun play, painting the black hungry
A case of beers in the staircase I wasted
niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career
But I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the no doubt
With Jeeps tinted out, never holding out

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

dreams are made of these
Niggas push and 300 E's
A drug destiny is reaching 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