Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

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

High up in a realizing the price paid
For life laid in the light shade
One might say, top of the world's two whips, a and a girl
Quick to celebrate it, poppin' like they made it

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

I mean before this, I used to a taurus with the donuts
Now I grown up, got it up
Got the rap game sewn up,
Niggas acting but it's really no love
I feel a slow buzz, off the

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

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

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

With so drama in QBC
It's hard being Escobarro
Elderado Red, Dom out the bottle
My is like a Donald Goines novel
We wave like bravo

Drunk niggas with mad problems, and pockets
My niggas the block rock this
Box cocaine, cook it and it

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

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

Amply, in this thug's fantasy
Richest nigga in show biz is 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, movie stars
Gat now rap singers are who we are
Went from 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

Now the main thing boggle my brain be all the bottles of pain
the chain and all the followers came
They tried to throw me off track but I caught
They thought I 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, princess cuts, and large

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

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