Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

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

[Mike Tyson

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

Uhhn!
Like all y'all

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

I'm the Dream I mean king vision
I can see through yo' like clear screens, hear me?
To a you are just deer meat
Fear God me ser-ious
Us Be YM them try them and die I say so
Weezy F. red go like Prego
It's all gravy tryna build Legos
"Leggo My Ego!" with some breakfast on the table
Yeah!
And I don't know how fake feel 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 and I'm a marksmen too
And the target, Oops!
And everything gets better in time and time is
And muthafucka it's my and I'm better

[Mike Tyson

2]
Hoe I go so
I'm so my I.D. is a postcard
I travel B-ball 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!
da lick Read!?
Five general in a six speed
Still like thick cheese bitch please
Him squeeze quicker the wind breeze
Bullets that a trim
Simply till it's empty
Inf. Beam turn dat thick cheese to swiss
Folla me! me!
around and see a whole notha side of me
I separate yo' body with them hollow biologiest
Photographies, picture me in yo' bedroom a mask on
to yo' head while you puttin' yo' pants on (Hurry up nigga)

Payton Manning offense Singletary
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 I'ma hold it down bitch that crown fit
The boy got a that you can drown in
When you in the water them sharks,
when you in the water watch dat
Young Carter no Style so Raw,or..

[Mike talking]

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