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

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

Pretentious, arrogant niggas is
Pro-ball players with white wives, peep night 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 before this, I used to rock a taurus with the
Now I up, got it chromed up
Got the rap game up, sho-nuff
Niggas acting cool but it's really no
I a slow buzz, off the dutch

This is everyday, second
Got to it pay, every lesson I learnt
Got me open while most of 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
from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

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

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

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

Some fell beyond the reach of
Cut in the street, they could teach theyself
When all we wanted was a piece of
And randomly, feed our family, the streets are

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

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,
celebrities, hood movie stars
Gat slingers now rap are who we are
from 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 throw me off track but I caught
They I lost that but I'm continuing to make more stacks

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

The crews up, findin' time to rocks
real, you violate, be in a pine box
If it go there, I lay you you lay me, it's crazy
I make the game, the game made me
for the babies so they raised up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and ladies'll glancing

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