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

Uhhn!
muthafuck all y'all

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

I'm the machine I mean king vision
I can see through yo' scene clear screens, hear me?
To a lion you are deer 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
"Leggo My Ego!" with 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, ya hommie too
I bombs I'm in the booth in a army suit
And I'm armed to shoot and I'm a too
And the target, Oops!
And gets better in time and time is forever
And it's my time and I'm better

[Mike Tyson

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

Manning offense Singletary defense
Super-duper-extra-much-really-very-street
That is how I keeps it, rest in piece C
I do it how I do it cuz I my nigga see me
And I'ma hold it down bitch that crown fit
The boy got a flow you can drown in
When you in the water them sharks,
you in the water watch dat salt
Young Carter no Style so Raw,or..

[Mike Tyson

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