Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams and Nightmares

Ain't this what been waiting for?
You

I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like
So I had to grind like that to shine this
In a matter of time I on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares true
It was time to the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she bless me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in
Of what we started, nigga but I'm lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and hated when I was
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'
for a dollar, they tell 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 I'm fly-er
When I bought the Rolls they thought it was leased
I bought 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 parking
You ain't bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I talk a lot
I say a word, I don't 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 Aston Martin thought it was rented?
Flexin' on niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah that's my team, the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the type to count a million then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, ride like my Ghost
I'm around my city with my hands strapped around my toes
'Cause these niggas want me dead and I make it back home
'Cause my momma need that bill and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get
You around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke
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 DOAs I did the KODs
time I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that head, I'm riding down on Collins
They like, my nigga back home that young be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' like and we're Robin
This Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga what up, nigga what up
If you ain't that 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 life ain't good
me down in MIA, at that Heat game on wood
With that Puma on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I slide on your block, bike 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 same niggas that
I'm the same nigga from Berks with them nappy braids that lock
The same that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these hating 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 turn 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 turn rich, love the like Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first that brick
I'm