Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

The we all walk, starts 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 five realizing the price
For this laid in the light shade
One might say, top of the world's two whips, a and a girl
Quick to celebrate it, corks like they 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, with Al Green on, my theme
Love and happiness, how can it wrong?

I mean before this, I used to rock a taurus the donuts
Now I up, got it chromed up
Got the rap game up, sho-nuff
Niggas acting but it's really no love
I a slow buzz, off the dutch

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

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

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

With so much in QBC
kinda 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 pockets
My niggas from the block rock
Box cocaine, it and chop it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The crews up, time to shine rocks
It's real, you violate, be in a box
If it go there, I lay you before you lay me, crazy
I didn't make the game, the game me
Records for the babies so raised up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and keep glancing

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