Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams

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

1}
I might go to jail for fuckin Hell Rell
If he get Ill & Pull On My
I heard Mano life is like a
set up the cameras him in the jacuzzi
Zeke that should be easy
He just came I know he wanna bone
But about J.R Writer, Im'a Skill Him
& I ra ra Ride Him Im'a grill him
The nigga Pap he could fuck me
But I aint tryna Be drip Drippin a green
stacks to bring the black card up
But if I fuck him would he would he squad up!
Rich Boy to send me a pink toy
Throw some d's on it & im might on it
& when Im Philly I Fuck Gilly
Snacth his big max & a bitch silly

Dreams of a rap rap dude
Im just but Im sayin

2}
Put it in way Red Cafe
put the pussy on his
haha tickles
Uncle Murda could bring the
why is that,I gotta out gotta get a rough neck
As for gravy he might beat
You know fat niggas love to eat
& when I a Nicki Minaj who could it be
Its them Yung Gunaz Chris & Lil
Nicki what about he made you pop
Tell him to kick rocks or me some top
Im on my way to jers to break off
Qinch his when my pants come off
Murda Mook & Miles gone have to
scoop win & tell him to scadattle
Run up on Mims he could me backshots
is why, this is why, this why Im hot