Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams

Uh, what, what, uh

Street dreams are of these
Niggas push and 300 E's
A drug dealer's is reaching a key
Everybody's for something
Street are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggas big G's
Who am I to
looking for something

My man put me up for the share, of a square
Headed for Delaware, one change of gear
Nothing on my mind but the sack we blazed
with the glaze in my eye, that we find we crave
and cents, a fugitive with two attempts
Jakes had no of the face, now they drew a print
Though I'm innocent, til proven
I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up
For real G, I'ma fulfill my
If I conceal my scheme, then precisely build my cream
the trip without the clique
Sent the with the quarter brick, this is it
Fresh face, NY got a Crooked I for the Jakes
I it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes
God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half
the FBI catching feelings

From fat cat to papi, see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet
Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my
Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the
Two sips bein alcoholic
Nine ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it
My man saw it like Warwick
A wiser team, for a dream we could all score with
The cartel coke with the nina
Up in the hotel, smoking on
Trina got the between her
The way the bitch shook her ass yo the never seen her
She got me back living sweeter, Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, moccasins
Bitches blow me hopping in the drop-top BM
is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this

Growing up project-struck, looking for luck
Scoping the large niggas beaming, what I'm seeing
Cars, stars pushing ill Europeans
G'n, heard about old timers OD'n
Young, early 80's, rocks at the crazy lady
Worshipping every word them rope rocking gave me
The street me up, giving a fuck
I thought Jordan's and a chain was living it up
I the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody
Cut out of class, to smoke blunts and drink naughty
Ain't that Getting put on to crack money
all the gun play, painting the kettle black hungry
A case of beers in the staircase I wasted
Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they
But I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no
With Jeeps tinted out, spending holding out

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