Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

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

[Mike Tyson

Uhhn!
Like muthafuck all
Mr. Mike Tyson flow, all

Uhhn!
Like all y'all

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

I'm the Dream machine I king vision
I can see through yo' scene like clear screens, me?
To a lion you are just deer
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 build like Legos
Betta "Leggo My Ego!" with some breakfast on the
Yeah!
And I don't know how fake feel nigga cuz all my life I been a nigga
ya girlfriend, fuck ya hommie 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 time and time is
And it's my time and I'm better

[Mike talking]

2]
Hoe I go so
I'm so my I.D. is a postcard
I like 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 this doesn't die like O-Dogg
Say up Blood!
What da Read!?
Five star general in a six
Still hood like thick cheese bitch
Him squeeze quicker than the wind
Bullets a trim trees
shoot till it's empty
Inf. Beam dat thick cheese to swiss cheese
Folla me! me!
Fuck around and see a whole notha of me
I separate yo' with them hollow tips biologiest
Photographies, picture me in yo' bedroom with a on
Pistol to yo' head while you yo' pants on (Hurry up nigga)

Payton offense Singletary defense
shit
That is how I keeps it, rest in piece C
I do it how I do it cuz I know my see me
And I'ma hold it down bitch 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 talking]

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