Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams (Remix)

Uh, what, what, uh

Street dreams are made of
Niggas Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is a key
Everybody's looking for
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
for Delaware, with one change of gear
Nothing on my mind but the 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 drew a print
Though I'm innocent, til guilty
I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up
For real G, fulfill my dream
If I conceal my scheme, then I'll build my cream
The trip without the clique
Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, is it
Fresh face, NY got a Crooked I for the Jakes
I it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes
God sake, what nigga got to do to make a million
the FBI catching feelings

Street dreams are of these
push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug destiny is reaching a key
looking for something
Street are made of these
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 me fat, snitches on my back
Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the
Two sips bein alcoholic
Nine ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it
My man saw it like Warwick
A team, for a wiser dream we could all score with
The cartel Argentina coke with the
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, Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, Walle'
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 push and 300 E's
A drug destiny is reaching a key
Everybody's for something
Street are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for with big G's
Who am I to
Everybody's for something

up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming
Scoping the large beaming, check what I'm seeing
Cars, ghetto stars ill Europeans
G'n, heard them old timers OD'n
Young, early 80's, throwing at the crazy lady
Worshipping every word them rocking niggas gave me
The raised 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, just to smoke blunts and drink
that funny? Getting put on to crack money
With all the gun play, painting the black hungry
A case of beers in the I wasted years
Some niggas went for theirs, flipping as they career
But I'm a rebel stressing, to out of the heat no doubt
Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out

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

dreams are made of these
Niggas Beemers and 300 E's
A dealer's destiny 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