Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

Honies, cash, weed,
celebrities, hood movie stars
Gat now rap singers are who we are
Went from to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

The path we all walk, out long it's like a boardwalk
Monopoly, some make it around, some go down, it's
Happy days balancing with atrocities
in V's, knowin' some day I got to lead properly

High up in a realizing the price paid
For this life in the light shade
One might say, top of the world's two whips, a crib and a
Quick to celebrate it, corks like they made it

Pretentious, arrogant is senseless
Pro-ball players with white wives, peep night lives
While you catch me in a crisp white five
Dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al on, my theme song
Love and happiness, how can it wrong?

I mean this, I used to rock a taurus with the donuts
Now I grown up, got it up
Got the rap game sewn up,
Niggas acting cool but it's really no
I feel a buzz, off the dutch

This is everyday, every
Got to make it pay, lesson I learnt
Got me open while most of these rappers'll stay

Honies, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, hood stars
Gat now rap singers are who we are
Went from to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

Money, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, hood movie
Gat now rap singers are who we are
Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to

With so drama in QBC
It's kinda hard being
Elderado Red, sippin' Dom out the
My life is a Donald Goines novel
We glasses like bravo

Drunk niggas mad problems, and shot pockets
My niggas from the rock this
Box cocaine, it and chop it

Looking to profit, in ways
Goin' through this difficult stage, life
But year my physical's praised

Some beyond the reach of help
Cut in the street, thinkin' they could theyself
When all we wanted was a piece of
And randomly, our family, the streets are insanity

Amply, living in thug's fantasy
Richest in show biz is what I plan to be
Heavy chain and my QB sway, living this life
Magazines about me, in this dream it's all tight

Honies, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, hood stars
Gat now rap singers are who we are
Went Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

Money, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, hood stars
Gat slingers now rap are who we are
Went Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

Now the main that boggle my brain be all the bottles of pain
the chain and all the followers came
They to throw me off track but I caught that
They I lost that but I'm continuing to make more stacks

Halftime, New York state of mind, it was written was
overseas, southeast, diamond and riches
Sleepin' on the plane wake up we land
Feelin' scared, on the ground
Rollie flush, princess cuts, and rounds

The up, findin' time to shine rocks
real, you violate, be in a pine box
If it go there, I lay you you lay me, it's crazy
I make the game, the game made me
Records for the babies so raised up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and ladies'll keep

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