Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams & Nightmares Intro

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

I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme this
So I had to grind like to shine like this
In a matter of time I on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come
It was to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she tryna bless me 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' nigga but I'm
They me when I was stuck and hated when I was departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an
No crawling, went straight to walkin' foreign cars in my garage
Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and
for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an
I did shit with
Lil' nigga I'm on
Icy as a rink, Philly nigga I'm fly-er
When I bought the Rolls Royce they it was leased
I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the lot
so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, and I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word, I say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve nigga
Hold up wait a minute, thought I was finished?
When I bought Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his
Double M, yeah my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my hands strapped around my
'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back
'Cause my momma need that bill money and my son some milk
These niggas take my life, they fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you around, get smoked
'Cause these Philly I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke
All I know is murder, it comes to me
I got young niggas that's I got niggas throwin' B's
I did the DOAs I done did the KODs
time I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out drop head, I'm riding down on Collins
They like, my nigga back home that nigga be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and Robin
This 2-door Maybach, with my 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
you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat on wood
With that life on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I down on your block, bike 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 that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them braids that lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to for my spot
And these niggas hating on me, hoes on me
Still on that hood shit, my Rolls on E
They gon' me, I say remember me
So much money have ya friends turn enemies
And with these I turn my enemies to memories
With bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga turn rich, the game like Mitch
And if I you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first that brick
I'm