Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

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

[Mike Tyson

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

Uhhn!
Like all y'all

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

I'm the machine I mean king vision
I can see through yo' scene like 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. red go like Prego
all gravy tryna build like Legos
Betta "Leggo My Ego!" with some on the table
Yeah!
And I don't know how feel nigga cuz all my life 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 armed to shoot and I'm a too
And the target, Oops!
And everything gets better in and time is forever
And muthafucka it's my and I'm better

[Mike talking]

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

Payton Manning Singletary defense
Super-duper-extra-much-really-very-street
That is how I keeps it, rest in piece 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
When you in the water them sharks,
you in the water watch dat salt
Young Carter no floss so Raw,or..

[Mike talking]

3]
Hahaha!
Fuckin' I'm a monster
Sharper than a blade Sticky Fingers 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
Fuck a pen I need a match fuck a bitch I need a batch of
Y'all niggas act like a bunch of
bitches leave you in a tub of blood
Bitches young niggas, Young Money, niggas, fuck pistols
We at yo' window scud missles Young Carter
Big nuts and they hung than ya father's
Uhahaha!