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 it, it's classic, but it will not be contained,
in an industry man made, cuz it through my veins,
it pumps through my brain, through my name, will change,
don't make me huff and and turn 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,
I've built fires inspired to keep my warm,
I've hopped hurricanes,
step-step sandstorms,
climbed cliffs, you can see what I'm dreaming,
even walked on water, to be here 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 & bone a way,
a brotherhood of hope, with a megaphone at gate.

Shoot me down, 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,
the path I see ahead

**so i i gotta...**

my way instead

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 spell for shit,
but could like a photograph,
fuck a hit, he rather his rhyme on the wall of a class,
a flow & wrote the flavour that archaeologists artists audio appropriator,
ghost rider, flaming chopper, the night,
chasing the glimpse of a fading the red sun horizon,
he lights up the skies (lights up the skies)
while running this circus,
with the heart full of good vibes (heart of good vibes),
that's through his circuits,
live wire, flyer,
spit fire his lungs,
a war torn mustang, through an of the sun,
him diving in his rhythm,
rhyme & in his vision,
manifest music momentous to him of his mission,
he rolls like a bowler,
a soldiers composure,
with butterfly net of dreams hangin' over his shoulder he says.

me down, raise my head,
walk my field of instead,
cuz theres no way, you will 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...**

Walk my way

Shoot me down, 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 & & tears I've bled,
create the path I see

**so i i gotta...**

my way instead