Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

Honies, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, movie stars
Gat slingers now rap 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, go down, it's prophecy
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 life laid in the light shade
One might say, top of the two whips, a crib and a girl
Quick to celebrate it, poppin' corks like made it

Pretentious, arrogant niggas is
Pro-ball with white wives, peep they night lives
you could catch me in a crisp white 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 up, got it chromed up
Got the rap game sewn up,
Niggas acting cool but really no love
I a slow buzz, off the dutch

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

Honies, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, hood movie
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

so much drama in QBC
It's hard being Escobarro
Elderado Red, Dom out the bottle
My is like a Donald Goines novel
We wave glasses like

Drunk niggas with mad problems, and shot
My niggas from the block this
Box cocaine, it and chop it

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

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

Amply, living in this 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 movie
Gat now rap singers are who we are
Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to

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

Now the main thing that boggle my brain be all the bottles of
Iced the chain and all the followers
They tried to throw me off but I caught that
They thought I lost that but I'm to make more stacks

Halftime, New York of mind, it was written was hittin'
Trips overseas, southeast, and riches
on the plane wake up when we land
Feelin' real scared, on the
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 you lay me, it's crazy
I didn't make the game, the made me
Records for the so they raised up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and ladies'll glancing

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