Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams (Remix)

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Street dreams are made of
Niggas push and 300 E's
A drug destiny is reaching a key
Everybody's looking for
Street dreams are made of
Shorties on they knees, for 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, with one change of
Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we
With the in my eye, that we find when we crave
Dollars and cents, a with two attempts
Jakes had no trace of the face, now 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 my cream
The first trip without the
Sent the bitch the quarter 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 got to do to make a half million
Without the FBI catching

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

From fat cat to papi, see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet
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 thou from 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 Argentina coke with the nina
Up in the hotel, smoking on
Trina got the fishscale her
The way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs seen her
She got me living sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, moccasins
blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM
Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my like this

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

Growing up project-struck, looking for dreaming
Scoping the large niggas beaming, check I'm seeing
Cars, ghetto stars pushing ill
G'n, about them old timers OD'n
Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the lady
Worshipping every word them rope rocking gave me
The raised me up, giving a fuck
I thought Jordan's and a gold was living it up
I the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody
Cut out of class, just to smoke and drink naughty
Ain't that funny? put on to crack money
all the gun play, painting the kettle black hungry
A case of in the staircase I wasted 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

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

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