Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams

Uh, what, what, uh

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

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

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

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

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