Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

Honies, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, hood movie
Gat slingers now rap 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, some go down, it's
Happy days balancing life's atrocities
Hoppin' in V's, some day I got to lead properly

High up in a realizing the price paid
For this life in the light shade
One might say, top of the two whips, a crib and a girl
Quick to celebrate it, poppin' like they made it

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

I before this, I used 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 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
from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

With so drama in QBC
It's kinda hard Escobarro
Elderado Red, Dom out the bottle
My life is like a Donald novel
We wave glasses like

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

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

fell beyond the reach of help
Cut in the street, thinkin' they could teach
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 I plan to be
Heavy and my QB sway, living this king's life
Magazines write about me, in this dream all tight

Honies, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, hood movie
Gat now rap singers are who we are
Went 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 thing that boggle my brain be all the bottles of
Iced the chain and all the followers
tried to throw me off track but I caught that
They thought I lost that but I'm continuing to make more

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

The crews up, findin' 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 make the game, the made me
for the babies so they raised up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and ladies'll keep

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