Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

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

up in a five realizing the price paid
For this life laid in the light
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 with wives, peep they night lives
you could catch me in a crisp white five
Dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al Green on, my theme
and happiness, how can it seem 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 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 rappers'll 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,
celebrities, hood movie stars
Gat slingers now rap are who we are
from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

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

niggas with mad problems, and shot pockets
My niggas from the rock this
Box cocaine, it and chop it

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

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

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

Honies, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, hood stars
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
Went Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar

Now the main thing 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 continuing to make stacks

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

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

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