Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

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

Tyson talking]

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

Uhhn!
muthafuck all y'all

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

I'm the Dream I mean king vision
I can see yo' scene like clear screens, hear me?
To a lion you are just deer
God fear me ser-ious
Us Be YM them try and die when I say so
Weezy F. hardful red go like
It's all gravy build like Legos
Betta "Leggo My Ego!" with some breakfast on the
Yeah!
And I don't know how fake nigga cuz all my life I been a real nigga
Fuck ya girlfriend, ya hommie too
I drop bombs I'm in the in a army suit
And I'm armed to shoot and I'm a too
And the target, Oops!
And everything gets better in and time is forever
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 travel like with no calls
I play my roll and listen out for the roll
This is a movie and movie must go off
But this gangsta doesn't die like
Say up Blood!
What da Read!?
Five star in a six speed
Still hood like thick cheese please
Him squeeze quicker than the wind
Bullets that a trees
Simply till it's empty
Inf. Beam turn dat thick cheese to cheese
Folla me! me!
Fuck around and see a whole side of me
I separate yo' body with hollow tips biologiest
Photographies, picture me in yo' bedroom with a on
to yo' head while you puttin' yo' pants on (Hurry up nigga)

Payton offense Singletary defense
shit
That is how I it, rest in piece Pimp C
I do it how I do it cuz I my nigga see me
And I'ma hold it down bitch that crown fit
The boy got a flow you can drown in
you in the water watch them sharks,
when you in the watch dat salt
Young Carter no Style so Raw,or..

[Mike Tyson

3]
Hahaha!
Fuckin' right I'm a
Sharper than a blade like Sticky I'll sign ya
Mortal Kombat Fightin' like E. Honda
Murk ya and da dat signed ya what's reallly
Fireman 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
Blood leave you in a tub of blood
young niggas, Young Money, young niggas, fuck pistols
We at yo' window scud missles Young Carter
Big nuts and they hung farther ya father's
Uhahaha!