Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams and Nightmares

Ain't this what they've been waiting
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I used to for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to like that to shine like this
In a of time I spent 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 it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she tryna bless me I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga before them triggers squeeze
I'm cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, nigga but I'm lionhearted
They love me when I was and hated when I was departed
I go and get it regardless, it like I'm an artist
No crawling, went straight to walkin' with foreign in my garage
Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and
Anything for a dollar, they me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an
I did shit with
nigga I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, nigga I'm fly-er
When I bought the Royce they thought it was leased
Then I that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, in peace 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 don't a lot
I don't say a word, I don't say a
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck
Hold up a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like 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 grind like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my
I'm ridin' around my city with my hands around my toes
'Cause 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 tryna take my life, they around get killed
You fuck around, you around, you fuck around, get smoked
'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no
All I know is murder, it comes to me
I got young niggas that's rollin' I got niggas B's
I done did the DOAs I 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 down on
They like, my nigga back home that nigga be wildin'
We niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and we're Robin
This 2-door Maybach, with my all reclinin'
I'm that real what up, real nigga what up
If you ain't about that murder game then pussy nigga up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't
Catch me 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 same nigga they
And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm calling them shots
And these lames talking that the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to for my spot
And these hating on me, hoes waiting on me
Still on 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
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 gon' still my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he touched that brick
I'm