Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

Honies, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, movie stars
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 it around, some go down, it's prophecy
Happy balancing with life's atrocities
Hoppin' in V's, knowin' day I got to lead properly

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

Pretentious, arrogant niggas is
Pro-ball players with white wives, peep they night
While you catch me in a crisp white five
Dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al Green on, my 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 cool but it's really no love
I a slow buzz, off the dutch

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

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

Money, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, movie stars
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
Elderado Red, Dom out the bottle
My life is a Donald Goines novel
We wave like bravo

Drunk with 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 stage, called life
But year my physical's praised

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

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

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

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

Now the main that boggle my brain be all the bottles of pain
Iced the chain and all the 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 state of mind, it was written was
overseas, southeast, diamond and riches
Sleepin' on the plane wake up we land
Feelin' scared, on the ground
flush, princess cuts, and large rounds

The crews up, time to shine rocks
real, you violate, be in a pine box
If it go there, I lay you you lay me, it's crazy
I make the game, the game made me
Records for the babies so they up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and ladies'll keep

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