Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

1]
Uhhn!
Like muthafuck all
Mr. Tyson flow, uppercut all y'all
Step into my ring bitches, ding bitches
clack pow pow

[Mike Tyson

Uhhn!
muthafuck all y'all
Mr. Tyson flow, uppercut all

Uhhn!
muthafuck all y'all

Uhhn!
Like all y'all
Mr. Mike flow, uppercut all y'all
Step my ring bitches, ding ding bitches
Click clack pow pow ping bitches

I'm the Dream machine I king vision
I can see through yo' like clear screens, hear me?
To a lion you are just meat
Fear God me ser-ious
Us Be YM them try them and die I say so
Weezy F. red go like Prego
It's all gravy tryna build like
Betta "Leggo My Ego!" with breakfast on the table
Yeah!
And I know how fake feel nigga cuz all my life I been a real nigga
Fuck ya girlfriend, ya hommie too
I bombs I'm in the booth in a army suit
And I'm armed to and I'm a marksmen too
And the target, Oops!
And everything gets better in and time is forever
And muthafucka my time and I'm better

[Mike talking]

2]
Hoe I go so
I'm so gone my I.D. is a
I travel like B-ball with no
I play my and listen out for the roll ball
This is a and every movie must go off
But this doesn't die like O-Dogg
Say up Blood!
da lick Read!?
Five star general in a six
Still hood like thick bitch please
Him squeeze quicker than the wind
that a trim trees
Simply till it's empty
Inf. Beam turn dat cheese to swiss cheese
Folla me! me!
Fuck around and see a whole notha of me
I separate yo' body with them tips biologiest
Photographies, picture me in yo' bedroom a mask on
to yo' head while you puttin' yo' pants on (Hurry up nigga)

Payton offense Singletary defense
shit
That is how I keeps it, rest in piece C
I do it how I do it cuz I know my see me
And I'ma hold it down bitch that crown fit
The boy got a that you can drown in
When you in the watch them sharks,
when you in the water dat salt
Young Carter no Style so Raw,or..

[Mike Tyson

3]
Hahaha!
Fuckin' I'm a monster
Sharper than a blade like Fingers I'll sign ya
Kombat Street Fightin' like E. Honda
Murk ya and da dummies dat signed ya reallly
Fireman spit on ya contract
Fuck a pen I need a match fuck a bitch I a batch of bitches
Y'all act like a bunch of bitches
Blood leave you in a tub of blood
Bitches young niggas, Young Money, young niggas, fuck
We at yo' window with missles Young Carter
Big nuts and hung farther than ya father's
Uhahaha!