Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

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

[Mike talking]

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

Uhhn!
Like muthafuck all

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

I'm the machine I mean king vision
I can see through yo' like clear screens, hear me?
To a lion you are just meat
Fear God fear me
Us Be YM try them and die when I say so
F. hardful red go like Prego
It's all gravy tryna like Legos
Betta "Leggo My Ego!" with some on the table
Yeah!
And I don't know how fake feel cuz all my life I been a real nigga
ya girlfriend, fuck ya hommie too
I drop bombs I'm in the in a army 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 movie and every 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 cheese please
Him squeeze quicker than the wind
that a trim trees
Simply shoot till empty
Inf. Beam turn dat cheese to swiss cheese
me! Folla me!
Fuck around and see a whole notha of me
I separate yo' body them hollow tips biologiest
Photographies, picture me in yo' with a mask on
Pistol to yo' head while you yo' pants on (Hurry up nigga)

Payton Manning Singletary defense
Super-duper-extra-much-really-very-street
That is how I keeps it, rest in Pimp 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 water them sharks,
when you in the water dat salt
Carter no floss Style so Raw,or..

[Mike talking]

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