Luyện nghe bài hát Dream

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

1]
Who the hell is this, paging me at in the morning
of dawning, now I'm yawning, wipe the cold from my eyes
See whos this me, and why
Its my girl from the hair salon
Told me she was the club last night
Shit wasn't 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 from ninety eight
the twenty two in the boot
Tape wrapped around the of the gun
Heat as hot as the sun
you tangled in my flow like a web spun
Plot on me? You for a casket
Your 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 bringin
if my burglar starts ringin

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