Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams & Nightmares Intro

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

I used to for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind that to shine like this
In a of time I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, locked 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 before them triggers squeeze
I'm cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil' but I'm lionhearted
love 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, straight to walkin' with foreign cars 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
Lil' I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, nigga I'm fly-er
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was
Then I bought that new Ferrari, rest in peace
rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking 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, 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 fuck nigga
Hold up wait a minute, thought I was finished?
I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?
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 then like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride my Ghost
I'm around my city with my hands strapped around my toes
'Cause these niggas want me dead and I make it back home
'Cause my momma that bill money and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get
'Cause these Philly niggas I with me don't fuck around, no joke
All I know is murder, it comes to me
I got young niggas 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 head, I'm riding down on Collins
They like, my nigga back home that young nigga be
We young niggas and we mobbin' like and we're Robin
This 2-door Maybach, with my all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga what up, nigga what up
If you ain't about that murder 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 Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, that little engine I could
Boy I down on your block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing deuces on the same nigga watch
And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still them shots
And lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my
And niggas hating on me, hoes waiting on me
on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' me, I say remember me
So much money ya friends turn into enemies
And with these I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, up
Broke turn rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty gon' still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he touched that brick
I'm