Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams & Nightmares Intro

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

I to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to shine like
In a matter of time I spent on locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, 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 a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she bless me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let them get in between
Of what we started, lil' but I'm lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and 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 foreign menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, they me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it an album
I did with Mariah
Lil' nigga I'm on
Icy as a hockey rink, nigga I'm fly-er
When I bought the Rolls Royce they it was leased
Then I that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the lot
Phantom so big, it even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't a lot
I say a word, I don't say a word
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 Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?
on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the
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 with my hands strapped around my toes
these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
'Cause my momma need that money and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you around, get smoked
'Cause these Philly niggas I brought me don't fuck 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
time I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm out that drop head, I'm riding down on Collins
They like, my nigga back home that young be wildin'
We young 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 what up
If you ain't about that murder game then pussy shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life good
Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on
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 on the same nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city I'm still calling them shots
And these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that
I'm the nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hating on me, hoes on me
Still on hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' remember me, I say me
So much money ya friends turn into enemies
And with beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, up
Broke nigga turn rich, the game like Mitch
And if I leave you think pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my
Had me feeling like that dope boy he first touched that brick
I'm