Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

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

High up in a five realizing the paid
For this life in the light shade
One say, top of the world's two whips, a crib and a girl
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 white
Dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al on, my theme song
and happiness, how can it seem wrong?

I mean before this, I to rock a taurus with the donuts
Now I up, got it chromed up
Got the rap game sewn up,
Niggas cool but it's really no love
I feel a buzz, off the dutch

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

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

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

With so drama in QBC
It's kinda hard being
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 rock
Box cocaine, cook it and it

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

Some fell beyond the of help
Cut in the street, they could teach theyself
When all we wanted was a piece of
And randomly, feed our family, the are insanity

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

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

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

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

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

The crews up, findin' 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 game me
Records for the babies so they up in mansions
keep hating, and ladies'll keep glancing

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