Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

The we all walk, starts out long it's like a boardwalk
Monopoly, some make it around, some go down, it's
days balancing 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 laid in the shade
One might say, top of the world's two whips, a crib and a
Quick to celebrate it, poppin' corks like made it

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

I mean this, I used to rock a taurus with the donuts
Now I up, got it chromed up
Got the rap game sewn up,
Niggas acting cool but it's no love
I a slow buzz, off the dutch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The crews up, findin' 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 the game, the game made me
for the babies so they raised up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and keep glancing

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