Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams

As i sit back crack jokes for a mintue
I think about the up & comers could probably get

1}
I might go to jail for with Hell Rell
If he get Ill & Pull On My
I heard Mano life is a movie
set up the cameras him in the jacuzzi
Freaky Zeke that should be
He came home I know he wanna bone
But what about J.R Writer, Im'a Him
& I ra ra Ride Him Im'a grill him
The Pap he might could fuck me
But I aint tryna Be drip a Gino green
Tell stacks to the black card up
But if I fuck him would he would he yell up!
Tell Boy to send me a pink toy
some d's on it & im might breathe on it
& when Im Philly I gotta Fuck
Snacth his big max & a bitch silly

Dreams of fuckin a rap rap
Im just playin but Im

2}
Put it in half way Red
put the on his freckles
that tickles
Uncle Murda could the handcuffs
why is that,I watch out gotta get a rough neck
As for he might could beat
You them fat niggas love to eat
& I want a Nicki Minaj who could it be
Its Yung Gunaz Chris & Lil Neefe
Nicki what Fendi he made you pop
Tell him to kick or give me some top
Im on my way to to break Ransom off
Qinch his thirst my pants come off
Murda Mook & Miles gone to battle
scoop whoever win & tell him to
Run up on Mims he could give me
is why, this is why, this why Im hot