Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

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

Tyson talking]

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

Uhhn!
Like muthafuck all

Uhhn!
muthafuck all y'all
Mr. Mike flow, uppercut all y'all
Step into my ring bitches, ding bitches
clack 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 try them and die when I say so
Weezy F. hardful red go like
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
ya girlfriend, fuck ya hommie too
I drop bombs I'm in the booth in a suit
And I'm armed to shoot and I'm a too
And the target, Oops!
And everything gets better in time and time is
And muthafucka it's my time and I'm

[Mike Tyson

2]
Hoe I go so
I'm so gone my I.D. is a
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!?
star general in a six speed
Still hood thick cheese bitch please
Him squeeze than the wind breeze
Bullets that a trees
Simply till it's empty
Inf. Beam turn dat thick cheese to swiss
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' with a mask on
to yo' head while you puttin' yo' pants on (Hurry up nigga)

Payton Manning offense defense
shit
That is how I it, rest in piece 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
you in the water watch them sharks,
when you in the water dat salt
Carter no floss Style so Raw,or..

[Mike talking]

3]
Hahaha!
Fuckin' right I'm a
Sharper than a blade like Sticky Fingers I'll ya
Kombat Street Fightin' like E. Honda
Murk ya and da 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 niggas act like a of bitches
Blood bitches you in a tub of blood
Bitches niggas, Young Money, young niggas, fuck pistols
We at yo' window with scud missles Young
Big and they hung farther than ya father's
Uhahaha!