Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

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

[Mike Tyson

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

Uhhn!
Like all y'all

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

I'm the Dream I mean king vision
I can see yo' scene like clear screens, hear me?
To a lion you are deer meat
God fear me ser-ious
Us Be YM try them and die when I say so
F. hardful red go like Prego
It's all gravy tryna build like
Betta "Leggo My Ego!" with some breakfast on the
Yeah!
And I don't know how fake feel nigga cuz all my I been a real nigga
ya girlfriend, fuck 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 in time and time is forever
And muthafucka it's my and I'm better

[Mike Tyson

2]
Hoe I go so
I'm so gone my I.D. is a
I travel like B-ball no calls
I my roll and listen out for the roll ball
This is a movie and movie must go off
But this gangsta die like O-Dogg
Say up Blood!
What da Read!?
star general in a six speed
Still hood like cheese bitch please
Him quicker than the wind breeze
Bullets that a trim
shoot till it's empty
Inf. Beam turn dat cheese to swiss cheese
Folla me! me!
Fuck and see a whole notha side of me
I separate yo' body them hollow tips biologiest
Photographies, picture me in yo' with a mask on
to yo' head while you puttin' 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 know my see me
And I'ma 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 dat salt
Young no floss Style so Raw,or..

[Mike Tyson

3]
Hahaha!
Fuckin' right I'm a
Sharper than a like Sticky Fingers I'll sign ya
Mortal Kombat Street Fightin' like E.
Murk ya and da dat signed ya what's reallly
spit gasoline on ya contract
Fuck a pen I need a match 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 niggas, Young Money, young niggas, fuck pistols
We at yo' window with scud missles Young
Big nuts and hung farther than ya father's
Uhahaha!