Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams and Nightmares

Ain't this what they've waiting for?
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I to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind that to shine like this
In a of time I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the wagon, cuffs 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 clear-eyed
Got a shorty, she bless me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil' but I'm lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and hated I was departed
I go and get it regardless, it like I'm an artist
No crawling, went straight to walkin' with foreign cars in my
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 with Mariah
nigga I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, nigga I'm fly-er
When I bought the Rolls they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in
Hater rest in peace, in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' my niggas then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't a lot
I say a word, I don't say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck
Hold up wait a minute, y'all I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his
Double M, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the type to count a million cash then grind I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my with my hands strapped around my toes
'Cause these niggas me dead and I gotta make it back home
'Cause my momma need that bill money and my son some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get
'Cause these Philly niggas I brought me don't fuck around, no joke
All I is murder, when it comes to me
I got young niggas rollin' I got niggas throwin' B's
I done did the I done did the KODs
time 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 that nigga be wildin'
We young and we mobbin' like Batman and we're Robin
This Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga what up, real nigga up
If you ain't about murder game then pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life good
Catch me in MIA, at that Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that little I could
Boy I down on your block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing deuces on the same nigga they
And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still calling shots
And these lames talking that the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga Berks Street with them nappy braids that 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
They gon' me, I say remember me
So much money have ya friends into enemies
And with beef 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 Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy he first touched that brick
I'm