Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

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

High up in a five realizing the 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 like made it

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

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

This is everyday, second
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
from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

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 being Escobarro
Elderado Red, sippin' Dom out the
My life is like a Donald Goines
We wave like bravo

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

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

Some beyond 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 streets are

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

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,
celebrities, hood movie stars
Gat slingers now rap are who we are
Went Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

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

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

The crews up, time to shine rocks
real, you violate, be in a pine box
If it go there, I lay you before you lay me, it's
I didn't the game, the game made me
Records for the so they raised up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and keep glancing

know the routine out this [Incomprehensible], word up