Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams (Remix)

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Street dreams are of these
Niggas push and 300 E's
A dealer's destiny is reaching 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

My man put me up for the share, of a square
Headed for Delaware, with one change of
on my mind but the dime sack we blazed
With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we
Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two
Jakes had no of the face, now they drew a print
I'm innocent, til proven guilty
I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and up realty
For real G, I'ma fulfill my
If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my
The first without the clique
the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it
Fresh face, NY plates got a I for the Jakes
I it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes
God sake, nigga got to do to make a half million
Without the FBI catching

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

fat cat to papi, niggas see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a feet back
Holding gats wasn't making me fat, on my back
Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the
Two from bein alcoholic
Nine hundred ninety nine 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 with
The cartel Argentina coke with the
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 living sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, Walle'
Bitches blow me while hopping in the BM
Word is son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this

Street are made of these
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
Everybody's for something

Growing up project-struck, looking for dreaming
the large niggas 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 lady
Worshipping every them rope rocking niggas gave me
The street me up, giving a fuck
I thought Jordan's and a chain was living it up
I knew the dopes, the pushers, the everybody
Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and naughty
that funny? Getting put on to crack money
With all the gun play, painting the kettle hungry
A of beers in the staircase I wasted years
Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as career
But I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no
With tinted out, spending never holding out

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

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