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, with an imagination to it,
so catch it, classic, but it will not be contained,
in an industry man made, cuz it runs my veins,
it through my brain, through my name, nothing will change,
don't make me huff and and turn this fucker to flames,
but enough of the games, my shadow is a wave,
my idle, there's a brighter way, fight for it & day,
I've built fires inspired to my hands warm,
I've hopped hurricanes,
through sandstorms,
I've cliffs, you can see what I'm dreaming,
walked on water, just to be here this evening,
so, we go again, I gotta prove I'm no magician to you,
rabbit in a hat, is clueless how i kick it,
this is blood, & tears.
flesh & bone a way,
a brotherhood of hope, with a megaphone at gate.

me down, raise my head,
walk my 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 & & tears I've bled,
the path I see ahead

**so i i gotta...**

Walk my way

Yeah, it out, yo.

he's still kickin' it so beautifully,
bet re-writing 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,
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 forever the red sun horizon,
he just up the skies (lights up the skies)
while through this circus,
with the heart of good vibes (heart full of good vibes),
pumping through his circuits,
live wire, 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 like a bowler,
a soldiers composure,
with butterfly net full of dreams hangin' over his he says.

me down, raise 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 & & tears i've bled,
the path I see ahead

**so i i gotta...**

my way instead

Shoot me down, my head,
walk my field of 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 I see ahead

**so i i gotta...**

my way instead