Luyện nghe bài hát Field of Dreams

so i i gotta...

yo, eyo,
i like an m16, i let them 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 through my brain, my name, nothing will change,
don't make me huff and puff and this fucker to flames,
but enough of the games, my is a tidal wave,
my idle, a brighter way, fight for it night & day,
I've built fires inspired to my hands warm,
hopped through hurricanes,
step-step sandstorms,
I've climbed cliffs, you can see I'm dreaming,
even on water, just to be here this evening,
so, we go again, I gotta 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 of hope, with a megaphone 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 is going to be be,

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

i guess i gotta...**

Walk my way

Yeah, it out, yo.

Well still kickin' 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 spell for shit,
but could like a photograph,
fuck a hit, he his rhyme on the wall of a poets class,
caught a flow & wrote the flavour that archaeologists artists appropriator,
rider, flaming chopper, caressing the night,
chasing the of a forever fading the red sun horizon,
he lights up the skies (lights up the skies)
running through this circus,
with the heart full of good vibes (heart of good vibes),
that's pumping his circuits,
wire, high flyer,
spit fire his lungs,
a war torn mustang, an empire of the sun,
him diving in his rhythm,
rhyme & in his vision,
manifest music to remind him of his mission,
he rolls like a bowler,
a forward composure,
with butterfly net full of dreams over his shoulder he says.

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 path I see

i guess i gotta...**

Walk my way

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

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

**so i i gotta...**

Walk my way