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 ding
Click pow pow

[Mike Tyson

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

Uhhn!
Like all y'all

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

I'm the Dream machine I mean vision
I can see through yo' scene like clear screens, me?
To a lion you are just deer
Fear God fear me
Us Be YM them try them and die I say so
F. hardful red go like Prego
It's all tryna build like Legos
Betta "Leggo My Ego!" with some breakfast on the
Yeah!
And I know how fake feel nigga cuz all my life I been a real nigga
Fuck ya girlfriend, fuck ya too
I bombs I'm in the booth 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 it's my and I'm better

[Mike talking]

2]
Hoe I go so
I'm so my I.D. is a postcard
I travel B-ball with no calls
I my roll and listen 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!
da lick Read!?
Five star general in a six
hood like thick cheese bitch please
Him squeeze quicker than the breeze
that a trim trees
Simply till it's empty
Inf. Beam turn dat thick to swiss cheese
Folla me! me!
Fuck around and see a notha side of me
I separate yo' body with hollow tips biologiest
Photographies, picture me in yo' with a mask on
Pistol to yo' head while you puttin' yo' 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 hold it down 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 watch dat
Young no floss Style so Raw,or..

[Mike talking]

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