Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

Honies, cash, weed,
celebrities, hood movie 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 it's like a
Monopoly, make it around, some go down, it's prophecy
Happy days balancing with life's
Hoppin' in V's, knowin' day I got to lead properly

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

Pretentious, arrogant niggas is
Pro-ball players with white wives, peep they 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 seem

I mean before this, I to rock a taurus with the donuts
Now I grown up, got it 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, lesson I learnt
Got me while most of these rappers'll stay burnt

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

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

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

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

Looking to profit, in different
through this difficult stage, called life
But year 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 thug's
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,
celebrities, hood movie stars
Gat now rap singers are who we are
Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to

Money, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, movie 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 chain and all the followers
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 state of mind, it was written was
Trips overseas, southeast, and riches
on the plane wake up when we land
Feelin' real scared, on the
Rollie flush, cuts, and large rounds

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, it's
I didn't the game, the game made me
for the babies so they raised up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and ladies'll keep

know the routine out this [Incomprehensible], word up