Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams (Remix)

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

My man put me up for the share, of a square
Headed for Delaware, one change of gear
on my mind but the dime sack we blazed
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 they drew a
Though I'm innocent, til guilty
try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty
For G, I'ma fulfill my dream
If I conceal my scheme, then precisely build my cream
The first without the clique
Sent the bitch the quarter brick, this is it
Fresh face, NY got a Crooked I for the Jakes
I want it all, Armor All Benz and endless
God sake, nigga got to do to make a half million
Without the FBI feelings

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

From fat cat to papi, see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a feet back
Holding gats making me fat, snitches on my back
Living with moms, getting it on, crack down the toilet
Two sips bein alcoholic
Nine hundred ninety nine thou 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 dogs never her
She got me back living sweeter, Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, Walle'
Bitches blow me while in the drop-top BM
Word is bond son, I had that bitch on my shit like this

Street dreams are of these
Niggas Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is a key
Everybody's for something
dreams 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 large niggas beaming, check what I'm
Cars, ghetto stars pushing ill
G'n, heard about them old timers
Young, early 80's, throwing at the crazy lady
every 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 addicts
Cut out of class, just to blunts and drink naughty
Ain't funny? Getting put on to crack money
With all the gun play, painting the black hungry
A of beers in the staircase I wasted years
Some niggas for theirs, flipping coke as they career
But I'm a stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt
With Jeeps tinted out, never holding out

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

Street dreams are made of
push Beemers 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 for something