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 a boardwalk
Monopoly, some make it around, some go down, prophecy
Happy days balancing with life's
Hoppin' in V's, knowin' some day I got to lead

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

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

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

is everyday, every second
Got to make it pay, every lesson I
Got me open most of these rappers'll 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, hood stars
Gat now rap singers are who we are
Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to

With so much in QBC
kinda hard being Escobarro
Elderado Red, sippin' Dom out the
My is like a Donald Goines novel
We wave glasses like

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

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

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

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

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

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

Halftime, New York of mind, it was written was hittin'
Trips overseas, southeast, diamond and
Sleepin' on the plane up when we land
real scared, on the ground
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, crazy
I didn't make the game, the made me
for the babies so they raised up in mansions
Haters hating, and ladies'll keep glancing

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