Luyện nghe bài hát Field of Dreams

so i i gotta...

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

Shoot me down, my head,
my field of dreams instead,
cuz no way, you will march on top of me,
not how is going 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 knows not the dog in the fight,
but the in the dog,
and the kid couldn't for shit,
but could like a photograph,
a hit, he rather his rhyme on the wall of a poets class,
caught a flow & wrote the flavour that archaeologists artists appropriator,
ghost rider, flaming chopper, the night,
chasing the glimpse of a fading the red sun horizon,
he just lights up the (lights up the skies)
while running this circus,
with the heart full of good vibes (heart full of vibes),
that's through his circuits,
wire, high flyer,
spit round his lungs,
a war mustang, through an empire of the sun,
him diving in his rhythm,
rhyme & in his vision,
manifest music momentous to him of his mission,
he just rolls a bowler,
a soldiers composure,
butterfly net full of dreams hangin' over his shoulder he says.

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

my feet, raise 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 this is to be be,

Lift my feet, my head,
& sweat & tears I've bled,
create the I see ahead

i guess i gotta...**

Walk my way