Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

Honies, cash, weed,
Ghetto celebrities, hood movie
Gat slingers now rap are who we are
Went from 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, some day I got to lead properly

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

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

I mean before this, I to rock a taurus with 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 feel a slow buzz, off the

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

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

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

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

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

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

fell beyond the reach of help
Cut in the street, thinkin' they could theyself
When all we was a piece of wealth
And randomly, feed our family, the streets are

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

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
Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to

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

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

The up, findin' 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
Records for the babies so they raised up in
keep hating, and ladies'll keep glancing

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