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, out long it's like a boardwalk
Monopoly, make it around, some go down, it's prophecy
days balancing with life's atrocities
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 and a girl
Quick to it, poppin' corks like they made it

Pretentious, arrogant niggas is
Pro-ball players with wives, peep they night lives
While you could catch me in a white five
Dark tinted, dijon-scented, Al Green on, my theme 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 sewn up, sho-nuff
Niggas acting but it's really no love
I a slow buzz, off the dutch

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

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

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

so much drama in QBC
It's kinda hard Escobarro
Elderado Red, sippin' Dom out the
My life is like a Goines novel
We wave glasses bravo

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now the main thing that boggle my be all the bottles of pain
Iced the chain and all the came
tried to throw 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'
Trips overseas, southeast, diamond and
Sleepin' on the plane up when we land
real scared, on the ground
Rollie flush, cuts, and large rounds

The crews up, findin' time to 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 game me
Records for the so they raised up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and ladies'll glancing

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