Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

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

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

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

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

This is everyday, second
Got to make it pay, every lesson I
Got me open while most of these rappers'll 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,
Ghetto celebrities, hood movie
Gat now rap singers are who we are
Went Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

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

niggas with mad problems, and shot pockets
My niggas from the rock this
Box cocaine, it and chop it

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

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

Amply, living in this thug's
Richest nigga in biz is what I plan to be
Heavy chain and my QB sway, living this life
Magazines write about me, in dream 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, hood stars
Gat now rap singers are who we are
Went Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

Now the main that 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 lost that but I'm continuing to make stacks

Halftime, New York state of mind, it was was hittin'
Trips overseas, southeast, and riches
on the plane wake up when we land
Feelin' scared, on the ground
flush, princess 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 make the game, the game me
Records for the so they raised up in mansions
Haters hating, and ladies'll keep glancing

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