Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

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

Tyson talking]

Uhhn!
Like all y'all
Mr. Mike Tyson flow, all

Uhhn!
muthafuck all y'all

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

I'm the Dream I mean king vision
I can see yo' scene like clear screens, hear me?
To a you are just deer meat
Fear God me ser-ious
Us Be YM them try and die when I say so
Weezy F. hardful red go Prego
It's all gravy tryna like Legos
Betta "Leggo My Ego!" some breakfast on the table
Yeah!
And I don't know how fake feel nigga cuz all my life I been a nigga
Fuck ya girlfriend, fuck ya too
I drop bombs I'm in the booth in a suit
And I'm to shoot 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 my I.D. is a postcard
I travel like with no calls
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!
What da Read!?
star general in a six speed
Still like thick cheese 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!
around and see a whole notha side 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
Super-duper-extra-much-really-very-street
is how I keeps it, rest in piece Pimp C
I do it how I do it cuz I my nigga see me
And I'ma hold it bitch yeah that crown fit
The boy got a flow that you can in
When you in the water them sharks,
when you in the water dat salt
Young Carter no floss so Raw,or..

Tyson talking]

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