Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

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

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

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

I mean before this, I used to rock a taurus the donuts
Now I grown up, got it up
Got the rap sewn up, sho-nuff
Niggas acting cool but it's really no
I feel a slow buzz, off the

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

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,
celebrities, hood movie stars
Gat now rap singers are who we are
Went from to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

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

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

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

Some fell the reach of help
Cut in the street, thinkin' they could theyself
all we wanted 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, living this life
Magazines about me, in this dream it's all tight

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,
Ghetto celebrities, hood stars
Gat slingers now rap are who we are
Went Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

Now the thing that boggle my brain be all the bottles 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 of mind, it was written was hittin'
Trips overseas, southeast, and riches
on the plane wake up when we land
Feelin' scared, on the ground
Rollie flush, cuts, and large rounds

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

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