Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams (Remix)

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Street are made of these
push Beemers 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

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, 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 guilty
I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up
For real G, I'ma my dream
If I my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream
The first trip without the
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 Benz and endless
God sake, nigga got to do to make a half million
Without the FBI catching

Street are made of these
push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is a key
looking for something
Street dreams are of these
Shorties on they knees, for 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 feet
Holding gats wasn't making me fat, on my back
Living with moms, it on, flushing crack down the toilet
Two from bein alcoholic
Nine hundred ninety nine thou from rich but now I'm all for it
My man saw it Dionne Warwick
A wiser team, for a wiser we could all score with
The Argentina coke with the nina
Up in the hotel, on sessamina
Trina got the fishscale her
The way the bitch her ass yo the dogs never seen her
She got me back living sweeter, fresh
Guess, David Robinson's, Walle'
Bitches blow me while in the drop-top BM
Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my like this

dreams 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 with big G's
Who am I to
Everybody's for something

Growing up project-struck, looking for luck
Scoping the large niggas beaming, check I'm seeing
Cars, stars pushing ill Europeans
G'n, about them old timers OD'n
Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy
Worshipping every word them rope rocking niggas me
The street raised me up, 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 smoke and drink naughty
Ain't that Getting put on to crack money
With all the gun play, painting the black hungry
A case of beers in the staircase I wasted
Some niggas went for theirs, flipping as they career
But I'm a stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt
Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out

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

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