Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

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

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

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

I mean before this, I used to a taurus with the donuts
Now I up, got it chromed up
Got the rap sewn up, sho-nuff
acting cool but it's really no love
I feel a slow buzz, off the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amply, living in this fantasy
Richest nigga in show biz is I plan to be
Heavy chain and my QB sway, living this life
Magazines write about me, in this dream all tight

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

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

Now the main thing that boggle my brain be all the of pain
Iced the and all the followers came
tried to throw 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 written was
Trips overseas, southeast, diamond and
Sleepin' on the plane wake up when we
Feelin' scared, on the ground
flush, princess cuts, and large rounds

The up, findin' time to shine rocks
It's real, you violate, be in a 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 babies so they up in mansions
Haters hating, and ladies'll keep glancing

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