Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

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

I'm the Dream machine I mean vision
I can see yo' scene like clear screens, hear me?
To a lion you are just meat
Fear God me ser-ious
Us Be YM them try them and die I say so
F. hardful red go like Prego
It's all gravy build like Legos
Betta "Leggo My Ego!" with some on the table
Yeah!
And I don't know how fake feel nigga cuz all my I been a real nigga
Fuck ya girlfriend, fuck ya too
I drop 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 gone my I.D. is a
I travel like B-ball with no
I play my and listen out for the roll ball
This is a movie and movie must go off
But this doesn't die like O-Dogg
Say up Blood!
da lick Read!?
Five star general in a six
Still hood like thick bitch please
Him squeeze than the wind breeze
Bullets that a trees
shoot till it's empty
Inf. turn dat thick cheese to swiss cheese
me! Folla me!
Fuck and see a whole notha side of me
I separate yo' body with them tips biologiest
Photographies, me in yo' bedroom with a mask on
Pistol to yo' head you puttin' yo' pants on (Hurry up nigga)

Payton offense Singletary defense
Super-duper-extra-much-really-very-street
That is how I it, rest in piece Pimp C
I do it how I do it cuz I know my see me
And hold it down bitch yeah that crown fit
The boy got a flow you can drown in
When you in the watch them sharks,
when you in the water watch dat
Carter no floss Style so Raw,or..

[Mike Tyson

3]
Hahaha!
Fuckin' I'm a monster
Sharper than a blade like Sticky I'll sign ya
Mortal Kombat Street like E. Honda
ya and da dummies dat signed ya what's reallly
Fireman spit gasoline on ya
a pen I need a match fuck a bitch I need a batch of bitches
Y'all 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 scud missles Young
Big nuts and they hung farther than ya
Uhahaha!