Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

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

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

Pretentious, arrogant niggas is
Pro-ball players with white wives, peep they night
While you catch me in a crisp white five
Dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al Green on, my 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 up, sho-nuff
acting cool but it's really no love
I a slow buzz, off the dutch

is everyday, every second
Got to make it pay, every lesson I
Got me open while most of these stay burnt

Honies, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, 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
from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

With so much in QBC
It's kinda hard Escobarro
Red, sippin' Dom out the bottle
My life is like a Goines novel
We wave like bravo

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

to profit, in different ways
Goin' through this stage, called life
But each year my praised

fell beyond the reach of help
Cut in the street, thinkin' they could teach
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
chain and my QB sway, living this king's life
Magazines about me, in this dream it's all tight

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

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

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

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

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, it's
I didn't the game, the game made me
Records for the babies so they up in mansions
Haters hating, and ladies'll keep glancing

Y'all know the routine out this [Incomprehensible], up