Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

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

[Mike talking]

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

Uhhn!
Like all y'all

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

I'm the Dream machine I mean vision
I can see through yo' 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. red go like Prego
It's all gravy tryna like Legos
Betta "Leggo My Ego!" with some 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 drop bombs I'm in the booth in a army
And I'm to shoot and I'm a marksmen too
And the target, Oops!
And everything gets better in time and is forever
And it's my time and I'm better

Tyson talking]

2]
Hoe I go so
I'm so gone my I.D. is a
I travel like B-ball no calls
I play my and listen out for the roll ball
This is a movie and every movie go off
But this doesn't die like O-Dogg
Say up Blood!
da lick Read!?
Five star in a six speed
Still hood like thick bitch please
Him squeeze quicker the wind breeze
Bullets 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 side of me
I separate yo' body with them hollow biologiest
Photographies, picture me in yo' with a mask on
Pistol to yo' head you puttin' yo' pants on (Hurry up nigga)

Payton Manning Singletary defense
shit
That is how I keeps it, rest in piece C
I do it how I do it cuz I my nigga see me
And hold it down bitch yeah 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' right I'm a
Sharper than a blade Sticky Fingers I'll sign ya
Mortal Kombat Street Fightin' like E.
Murk ya and da dummies dat signed ya what's
Fireman spit gasoline on ya
Fuck a pen I a match fuck a bitch I need a batch of bitches
Y'all niggas act like a of bitches
bitches leave you in a tub of blood
Bitches young niggas, Money, young niggas, fuck pistols
We at yo' window with scud Young Carter
Big nuts and they hung farther than ya
Uhahaha!