Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams and Nightmares

Ain't what they've been waiting for?
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I used to pray for times like this, to like this
So I had to grind that to shine like this
In a matter of time I spent on some locked up
In the back of the paddy wagon, locked 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 gotta see it a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she bless me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil' but I'm lionhearted
love me when I was stuck and hated when I was departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it I'm an artist
No crawling, straight to walkin' with foreign cars in my garage
Got bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, they me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it an album
I did shit Mariah
Lil' I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly I'm fly-er
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater in peace
Hater rest in peace, 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, nigga and I talk a lot
I don't say a word, I say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I fuck nigga
up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was
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 cash then grind 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
these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
'Cause my momma need bill money and my son need some milk
These niggas 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, when it to me
I got young niggas rollin' I got niggas throwin' B's
I done did the DOAs I did the KODs
Every 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 that young nigga be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and Robin
This 2-door Maybach, my seat all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga what up, real 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 tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at Heat game on wood
With Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve
And they be deuces on the same nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm calling them shots
And these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them braids that lock
The same nigga that up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hating on me, hoes on me
Still on that shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They remember me, I say remember me
So much have ya friends turn into enemies
And with these beef I my enemies to memories
them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga turn rich, love the game like
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first that brick
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