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
Click pow pow

Tyson talking]

Uhhn!
Like muthafuck all
Mr. Mike Tyson flow, all

Uhhn!
muthafuck all y'all

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

I'm the Dream I mean king vision
I can see through yo' scene clear screens, hear me?
To a lion you are deer meat
Fear God me ser-ious
Us Be YM try them and die when I say so
F. hardful red go like Prego
It's all gravy tryna like Legos
Betta "Leggo My Ego!" with some breakfast on the
Yeah!
And I don't know how fake feel nigga cuz all my life I been a nigga
ya girlfriend, fuck ya hommie too
I drop bombs I'm in the booth in a army
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 gone my I.D. is a
I travel B-ball with no calls
I play my and listen out for the roll ball
This is a movie and every must go off
But gangsta doesn't die like O-Dogg
Say up Blood!
What da Read!?
star general in a six speed
Still hood like thick cheese please
Him quicker than the wind breeze
Bullets a trim trees
Simply till it's empty
Inf. Beam turn dat thick to swiss cheese
Folla me! me!
Fuck around and see a notha side of me
I separate yo' body with them hollow biologiest
Photographies, picture me in yo' bedroom a mask on
Pistol to yo' while you puttin' yo' pants on (Hurry up nigga)

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

Tyson talking]

3]
Hahaha!
Fuckin' I'm a monster
Sharper than a blade Sticky Fingers I'll sign ya
Mortal Street 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 fuck a bitch I a batch of bitches
Y'all niggas act like a bunch of
Blood bitches you in a tub of blood
Bitches young niggas, Young Money, niggas, fuck pistols
We at yo' window with scud Young Carter
Big nuts and hung farther than ya father's
Uhahaha!