Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams and Nightmares

Ain't this what they've been waiting
You

I used to pray for times this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to shine this
In a matter of I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, come true
It was time to the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you gotta see it with a view
Got a shorty, she tryna me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, please before them triggers squeeze
I'm cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, nigga but I'm lionhearted
They love me when I was and hated when I was departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it I'm an artist
No crawling, went straight to with foreign cars in my garage
Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and
Anything for a dollar, tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it an album
I did shit Mariah
Lil' nigga I'm on
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I'm
When I the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the parking
You ain't talkin' bout my then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, and I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word, I say a word
Was on my and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was
When I bought that Martin y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the type to count a million cash then like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city my hands strapped around my toes
'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back
'Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get
'Cause these Philly I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke
All I know is murder, when it to me
I got young niggas rollin' I got niggas throwin' B's
I done did the I done did the KODs
Every I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm riding on Collins
They like, my nigga back home young nigga be wildin'
We young and we mobbin' like Batman and we're Robin
This Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm real nigga what up, real nigga what up
If you ain't about that murder game pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat on wood
With that Puma on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, bike on o'clock
And they be throwing deuces on the same nigga they
And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still them shots
And these lames talking bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my
And these niggas on me, hoes waiting on me
Still on that hood shit, my Rolls on E
gon' remember me, I say remember me
So much money have ya friends turn enemies
And with these I turn my enemies to memories
them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga turn rich, the game like Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first that brick
I'm