Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

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

High up in a realizing the price 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 they it

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

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

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

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

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

so much drama in QBC
It's hard being Escobarro
Red, sippin' Dom out the bottle
My life is like a Donald novel
We wave glasses like

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

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

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

Amply, living in this fantasy
Richest nigga in show biz is what I 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 Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

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

Halftime, New York of mind, it was written was hittin'
Trips overseas, southeast, diamond and
on the plane wake up when we land
Feelin' real scared, on the
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, crazy
I didn't the game, the game made me
Records for the so they raised up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and ladies'll glancing

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