Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams & Nightmares Intro

Ain't this what been waiting for?
You

I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme this
So I had to grind like that to like this
In a of time I spent on some locked up shit
In the of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares true
It was to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she tryna me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let hoes get in between
Of what we started, nigga but I'm lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and hated I was departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an
No crawling, went straight to with foreign cars in my garage
Got bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an
I did shit with
nigga 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 new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, in peace to the parking lot
so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then what you bout?
move in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lot
I say a word, I don't say a word
Was on my and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga
up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his
Double M, 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 like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my hands around my toes
'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta it back home
'Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need milk
niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed
You around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
'Cause these niggas 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 rollin' I got throwin' B's
I did the DOAs I done did the KODs
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 young nigga be
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 about that murder then pussy nigga shut up
If you me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at that game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that little I could
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 'cause I'm still them shots
And these lames talking bullshit the same niggas that 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 on me, hoes waiting on me
on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' remember me, I say me
So money have ya friends turn into enemies
And with these beef I turn my to memories
With bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke turn rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he touched that brick
I'm