Luyện nghe bài hát Dream

Hey...hey
Hey...hey
Hey...hey
Hey

1]
Who the hell is this, me at 4:56 in the morning
Crack of dawning, now I'm yawning, wipe the cold from my
See this paging me, and why
Its my girl Yvonne from the hair
Told me she was down the club night
Shit seemin too right
These bitches out of Honda's and Gallat's
talkin greasey out they as if they won't get popped
I'm the same bitch from eight
with the twenty two in the
wrapped around the butt of the gun
Heat as hot as the sun
Leave you tangled in my flow like a web
Plot on me? You askin for a
snotty-nose-ass son bout to be a bastard
I gotta have it, for fuckin who try to fuck me
Ms. Jade, in the dress
Got them things never the less

BIG (Woman)]
(Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey)
Gonna be a lot of slow singin and flower
if my burglar alarm ringin

2]
Keisha, Tracy and in the bathroom
while Yvonne was in the
hushin, heard the door
They was talkin 'bout how they was get me
Gonna dip with the or just to slip a micky
said I was gettin too much shine how I came up
How I switched from the Lum' to the Benz
How I fucked wit Lisa's ex and I got 'em
Linked up with Timbaland but it was pure
They said know where I rest at, in Nicetown
Livin home with mommy, gonna make us lay down
Big knifes, one pound, I'm tellin now
If them bitches chump, they better bounce
Top story, News, three bodies found
Family mournin over ones, it ain't fair
Don't but I gotta do it like a pap smear
Keisha lockin the door to a Delta
soon as I seen her put the bitch in a Full
Kicked her in the back and her in the knee caps
up in the pockets while askin her where the weed at
Hopped up in the Delta, saw Tracy and
Popped they ass one by one while I was Reefa
Now I'm lookin for that Yvonne
when them hoes was talkin it
she didn't say shit, punk
Them hookers got me out my mind
I'm all stressed and sweatin, gotta take my time
Settin me up, everybody
Telephone woke me up, the whole I was fuckin dreamin