Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams and Nightmares

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

I used to pray for times like this, to like this
So I had to grind like that to shine this
In a matter of time I spent on some locked up
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 tryna bless me I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, please before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in
Of what we started, nigga but I'm lionhearted
They love me I was stuck and hated when I was departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it I'm an artist
No crawling, went straight to walkin' with foreign cars in my
Got bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, they me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an
I did shit Mariah
nigga I'm on fire
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 even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then what you bout?
Gangstas move in silence, and I don't talk a lot
I say a word, I don't say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve nigga
up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
When I bought that Martin y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm Popeye on his spinach
M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the type to count a cash then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city my hands strapped around my toes
'Cause these want me dead and I gotta make it back home
'Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some
These niggas tryna take my life, fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you around, get smoked
'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no
All I know is murder, when it to me
I got young that's 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 drop head, I'm riding down on Collins
like, my nigga back home that young 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 up, real nigga what up
If you ain't about murder game then pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, get your pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that life ain't good
me down in MIA, at that Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I
Boy I slide down on your block, on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing deuces on the nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still them shots
And these lames talking that bullshit the niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks with them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga 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 have ya friends turn into enemies
And with these beef I my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go from 40 no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy he first touched that brick
I'm