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

[Mike Tyson

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

Uhhn!
Like muthafuck all

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

I'm the Dream machine I mean vision
I can see through yo' scene like clear screens, me?
To a you are just deer meat
Fear God me ser-ious
Us Be YM try them and die when I say so
Weezy F. hardful red go like
It's all gravy build like Legos
Betta "Leggo My Ego!" with some on the table
Yeah!
And I don't how fake feel nigga cuz all my life I been a real nigga
ya girlfriend, fuck 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 everything better in time 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 roll and listen out for the ball
This is a movie and 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 cheese bitch please
Him squeeze than the wind breeze
Bullets that a trees
Simply till it's empty
Inf. Beam turn dat thick to swiss cheese
Folla me! me!
around and see a whole notha side of me
I separate yo' with them hollow tips biologiest
Photographies, picture me in yo' bedroom a mask on
Pistol to yo' head you puttin' yo' pants on (Hurry up nigga)

Payton Manning offense 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 watch them sharks,
you in the water watch dat salt
Young no floss Style so Raw,or..

[Mike talking]

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