Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams and Nightmares

Ain't this what they've waiting for?
You

I used to pray for times this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to like this
In a matter of time I spent on some locked up
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on
See my unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to marry the and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she tryna bless me I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, please before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil' but I'm lionhearted
They me when I was stuck and hated when I was departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an
No crawling, straight to walkin' with foreign cars in my garage
Got foreign menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it an album
I did shit with
Lil' nigga I'm on
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly I'm fly-er
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was
Then I that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I 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
up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
When I bought Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach
M, yeah 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' my city with my hands strapped around my toes
'Cause these want me dead and I gotta make it back home
'Cause my need that bill money and my son need some milk
niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed
You around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't around, no joke
All I know is murder, it comes to me
I got young niggas that's rollin' I got throwin' B's
I did the DOAs I done did the KODs
Every time I'm in that bitch I get to 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm riding on Collins
They like, my nigga back home that young nigga be
We young niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and we're
This 2-door Maybach, my seat all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga what up, nigga what up
If you ain't about that murder game then pussy nigga up
If you diss me in yo' raps, get your pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, bike on o'clock
And be throwing deuces on the same nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still calling shots
And these lames that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street them nappy braids that lock
The nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas on me, hoes waiting on me
on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' remember me, I say me
So much money have ya turn into enemies
And with these beef I turn my to memories
With them bricks they go 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first that brick
I'm