Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

Honies, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, hood stars
Gat now rap singers are who we are
Went from to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

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

High up in a five the price paid
For this life laid in the light
One might say, top of the world's two whips, a crib and a
to celebrate it, poppin' corks like they made it

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

I mean before this, I used to rock a taurus the donuts
Now I up, got it chromed up
Got the rap game up, sho-nuff
Niggas acting cool but really no love
I feel a buzz, off the dutch

This is everyday, every
Got to make it pay, every I learnt
Got me open while most of rappers'll stay burnt

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

Money, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, hood stars
Gat now rap singers are who we are
Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to

With so much in QBC
It's kinda being Escobarro
Red, sippin' Dom out the bottle
My life is like a Donald novel
We wave glasses bravo

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

to profit, in different ways
Goin' through this difficult stage, called
But year my physical's praised

Some fell the reach of help
Cut in the street, thinkin' could teach theyself
When all we was a piece of wealth
And randomly, feed our family, the are insanity

Amply, in this thug's fantasy
nigga in show biz is what I plan to be
Heavy chain and my QB sway, living this life
Magazines write about me, in this dream all tight

Honies, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, hood movie
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 from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to

Now the main thing that boggle my brain be all the bottles of
the chain and all the followers came
They to throw me off track but I caught that
They thought I that but I'm continuing to make more stacks

Halftime, New York state of mind, it was written was
overseas, southeast, diamond and riches
Sleepin' on the plane wake up when we
Feelin' real scared, on the
Rollie flush, princess cuts, and large

The crews up, findin' time to shine
It's real, you violate, be in a 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

Y'all the routine out this [Incomprehensible], word up