Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams & Nightmares Intro

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

I used to pray for times this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind that to shine like this
In a matter of time I on some locked up shit
In the back of the wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come
It was time to marry the and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed
Got a shorty, she tryna bless me I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let hoes get in between
Of what we started, nigga 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, went straight to walkin' with foreign cars in my
Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and
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 it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in
Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the lot
Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the spot
You ain't talkin' bout my then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, and I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word, I don't say a
Was on my grind and now I got what I fuck nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was
When I bought that Aston y'all thought it was rented?
on these 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 cash grind like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride 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, fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you 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 that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' B's
I done did the DOAs I done did the
Every time I'm in that I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm down on Collins
They like, my nigga back home that nigga be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' Batman and we're Robin
This 2-door Maybach, with my all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga what up, real what up
If you ain't about murder game then pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, get your pussy ass stuck up
When you in my hood, no that tour life ain't good
Catch me in MIA, at that Heat game on wood
that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, on twelve o'clock
And they be deuces on the same 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 flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy 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 hood shit, my Royce on E
They gon' remember me, I say me
So much money have ya friends into enemies
And with these beef I my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go 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 suck my
It was 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first that brick
I'm