Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams & Nightmares Intro

Ain't this they've 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 come
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 them triggers
I'm gettin' cream, never let hoes get in between
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 in my garage
Got bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it an album
I did shit Mariah
Lil' nigga I'm on
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly 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 even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then what you bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't a lot
I don't say a word, I say a word
Was on my and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga
Hold up wait a minute, thought I was finished?
I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?
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, she'll ride my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my hands around my toes
'Cause these niggas want me dead and I make it back home
'Cause my momma need that money and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna my life, they fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you around, get smoked
these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke
All I is murder, when it comes to me
I got young that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' B's
I done did the I done did the KODs
Every time I'm in 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 young nigga be wildin'
We niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and we're Robin
2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga what up, real nigga up
If you ain't that murder game then pussy nigga shut up
If you me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass stuck up
you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at that game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, 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 I'm still calling them shots
And these talking that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that
The same nigga that up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas on me, hoes waiting on me
Still on that shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' remember me, I say me
So money have ya friends turn into enemies
And with beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga turn rich, love the game Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first touched that
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