Luyện nghe bài hát Field of Dreams

so i i gotta...

yo, eyo,
i spit like an m16, i let all know they can have it,
that of magic, with an imagination to match it,
so catch it, classic, but it will not be contained,
in an industry man made, cuz it through my veins,
it pumps my brain, through my name, nothing will change,
don't make me and puff and turn this fucker to flames,
but enough of the games, my is a tidal wave,
my idle, there's a brighter way, for it night & day,
I've built inspired to keep my hands warm,
hopped through hurricanes,
step-step sandstorms,
climbed cliffs, you can see what I'm dreaming,
even walked on water, just to be this evening,
so, here we go again, I prove I'm no magician to you,
in a hat, rappers is clueless how i kick it,
this is blood, & tears.
flesh & a better way,
a brotherhood of hope, with a at heavens gate.

me down, raise my head,
walk my field of instead,
cuz theres no way, you march on top of me,
not how this is to be be,

my feet, raise my head,
love & sweat & I've bled,
create the path I see

**so i i gotta...**

Walk my way

Yeah, it out, yo.

Well he's still it so beautifully,
bet he's the odds,
cuz he it's not the dog in the fight,
but the in the dog,
and the kid couldn't for shit,
but draw like a photograph,
fuck a hit, he rather his rhyme on the wall of a class,
caught a flow & wrote the flavour that archaeologists artists appropriator,
rider, flaming chopper, caressing the night,
chasing the glimpse of a fading the red sun horizon,
he lights up the skies (lights up the skies)
running through this circus,
with the full of good vibes (heart full of good vibes),
that's pumping his circuits,
wire, high flyer,
spit round his lungs,
a war torn mustang, through an of the sun,
catch him in his rhythm,
rhyme & in his vision,
manifest music momentous to him of his mission,
he just like a bowler,
a forward composure,
with butterfly net of dreams hangin' over his shoulder he says.

me down, raise my head,
walk my of dreams instead,
cuz no way, you will march on top of me,
not how this is to be be,

Lift my feet, my head,
love & sweat & tears bled,
the path I see ahead

**so i i gotta...**

my way instead

Shoot me down, my head,
walk my field of instead,
cuz theres no way, you will on top of me,
not how is going to be be,

my feet, raise my head,
love & sweat & tears bled,
the path I see ahead

**so i i gotta...**

Walk my way