Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

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

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

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

I mean before this, I used to rock a with the donuts
Now I grown up, got it up
Got the rap game sewn up,
acting cool but it's really no love
I a slow buzz, off the dutch

is everyday, every second
Got to it pay, every lesson I learnt
Got me while most of these rappers'll stay burnt

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

Money, cash, weed,
celebrities, hood movie stars
Gat slingers now rap are who we are
Went from to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

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

Drunk niggas mad problems, and shot pockets
My niggas from the block this
Box cocaine, it and chop it

Looking to profit, in different
Goin' this difficult stage, called life
But each year my praised

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

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

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

Money, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, hood movie
Gat slingers now rap are who we are
Went from to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

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

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

The crews up, time to shine rocks
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 made me
Records for the babies so they up in mansions
keep hating, and ladies'll keep glancing

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