Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

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

[Mike Tyson

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

Uhhn!
Like all y'all

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

I'm the Dream machine I mean vision
I can see through yo' like clear screens, hear me?
To a lion you are just meat
Fear God fear me
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 know how fake feel nigga cuz all my life I been a real nigga
Fuck ya girlfriend, fuck ya too
I drop bombs I'm in the booth in a suit
And I'm armed to and I'm a marksmen too
And the target, Oops!
And everything gets better in time and is forever
And it's my time and I'm better

Tyson talking]

2]
Hoe I go so
I'm so gone my I.D. is a
I travel like with no calls
I play my and listen out for the roll ball
This is a movie and every movie go off
But this doesn't die like O-Dogg
Say up Blood!
da lick Read!?
Five general in a six speed
Still hood like thick cheese bitch
Him squeeze than the wind breeze
Bullets that a trim
Simply till it's empty
Inf. Beam turn dat thick cheese to swiss
me! Folla me!
Fuck around and see a whole notha of me
I separate yo' body with them hollow tips
Photographies, me in yo' bedroom with a mask on
to yo' head while you puttin' yo' pants on (Hurry up nigga)

Payton offense 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 my nigga 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 watch them sharks,
you in the water watch dat salt
Young Carter no Style so Raw,or..

Tyson talking]

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