Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams

Uh, what, what, uh

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

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

From fat cat to papi, see the cat
to flat, push a thousand feet back
Holding gats making me fat, snitches on my back
Living with moms, it on, flushing crack down the toilet
Two from bein alcoholic
Nine hundred ninety nine from being rich but now I'm all for it
My man saw it Dionne 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 fishscale her
The way the bitch shook her ass yo the never seen her
She got me living sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, moccasins
Bitches blow me while hopping in the BM
Word is bond son, I had bitch down on my shit like this

Growing up project-struck, for luck dreaming
Scoping the large beaming, check what I'm seeing
Cars, ghetto pushing ill Europeans
G'n, about them old timers OD'n
Young, early 80's, rocks at the crazy lady
every word them rope rocking niggas gave me
The street me up, giving a fuck
I thought and a gold chain was living it up
I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts
Cut out of class, to smoke blunts and drink naughty
Ain't funny? Getting put on to crack money
With all the gun play, painting the kettle black
A case of beers in the I wasted years
Some niggas went for theirs, flipping as they career
But I'm a stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt
With tinted out, spending never holding out

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