Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

Honies, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, movie stars
Gat slingers now rap are who we are
Went Nasty 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, prophecy
Happy days balancing with life's
Hoppin' in V's, knowin' some day I got to lead

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Drunk niggas with mad problems, and pockets
My niggas the block rock this
Box cocaine, it and chop it

Looking to profit, in different
Goin' this difficult stage, called life
But each my physical's praised

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

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

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

Money, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, movie 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 tried to me off track but I caught that
They thought I that but I'm continuing to make more stacks

Halftime, New York state of mind, it was was hittin'
Trips overseas, southeast, diamond and
Sleepin' on the plane up when we land
Feelin' scared, on the ground
Rollie flush, cuts, and large rounds

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

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