Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

Honies, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, hood movie
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, it's
Happy days with life's atrocities
Hoppin' in V's, knowin' some day I got to lead

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

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

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 feel a buzz, off the dutch

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

Honies, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, hood movie
Gat slingers now rap 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
Went Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

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

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

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

Amply, living in thug's fantasy
Richest nigga in show biz is I plan to be
Heavy 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 movie
Gat slingers now rap are who we are
Went 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 boggle my be all the bottles of pain
Iced the and all the followers came
They tried to throw me off track but I that
They thought I that but I'm continuing to make more stacks

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

The crews up, findin' 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 babies so they up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and ladies'll glancing

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