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 like a boardwalk
Monopoly, some make it around, some go down, prophecy
Happy days with life's atrocities
Hoppin' in V's, some day I got to lead properly

High up in a five realizing the paid
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 is senseless
Pro-ball players with white wives, peep night lives
While you could me in a crisp white five
Dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al on, my theme song
Love and happiness, how can it seem

I mean before this, I used to rock a taurus with the
Now I grown up, got it up
Got the rap game up, sho-nuff
Niggas acting cool but it's really no
I feel a slow buzz, off the

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 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 now rap singers are who we are
Went from to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

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

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

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

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

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

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

Money, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, hood stars
Gat now rap singers are who we are
Went 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
They tried to throw me off but I caught that
They I lost that but I'm continuing to make more stacks

Halftime, New York of mind, it was written was hittin'
Trips overseas, southeast, and riches
Sleepin' on the plane up when we land
real scared, on the ground
Rollie flush, princess cuts, and rounds

The crews up, findin' time to 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
for the babies so they raised up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and keep glancing

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