Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

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

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

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

I before this, I used to rock a taurus with the donuts
Now I grown up, got it up
Got the rap game up, sho-nuff
Niggas cool but it's really no love
I a slow buzz, off the dutch

This is everyday, every
Got to make it pay, lesson I learnt
Got me open while most of these stay burnt

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

Money, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, 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 kinda hard being
Red, sippin' Dom out the bottle
My life is like a Donald novel
We glasses like bravo

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

Looking to profit, in different
Goin' through this difficult stage, life
But each my physical's praised

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

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

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

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

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

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

The up, findin' time to shine rocks
real, you violate, be in a pine 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 babies so they raised up in
Haters keep hating, and ladies'll glancing

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