Luyện nghe bài hát Escobar '97

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Looking to profit, in 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 theyself
all we wanted was a piece of wealth
And randomly, feed our family, the streets are

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

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

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 that boggle my brain be all the bottles of pain
Iced the and all the followers came
They tried to throw me off track but I that
They thought I lost that but I'm continuing to more stacks

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

The crews up, findin' time to rocks
It's real, you violate, be in a box
If it go there, I lay you you lay me, it's crazy
I didn't make the game, the made me
Records for the so they raised up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and keep glancing

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