Luyện nghe bài hát Field of Dreams

so i i gotta...

yo, eyo,
i spit like an m16, i let them all know can have it,
that flash of magic, with an imagination to it,
so catch it, it's classic, but it 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 and puff 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 to keep my hands warm,
I've hopped hurricanes,
through sandstorms,
I've climbed cliffs, you can see I'm dreaming,
even walked on water, just to be this evening,
so, here we go again, I gotta prove I'm no to you,
rabbit in a hat, rappers is how i kick it,
is blood, sweat & tears.
flesh & bone a way,
a of hope, with a megaphone at heavens gate.

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

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

i guess i gotta...**

Walk my way

Yeah, it out, yo.

Well 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 draw like a photograph,
fuck a hit, he rather his on the wall of a poets class,
caught a flow & wrote the that archaeologists artists audio appropriator,
ghost rider, chopper, caressing the night,
the glimpse 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 vibes (heart full of good vibes),
that's through his circuits,
wire, high flyer,
spit round his lungs,
a war mustang, through an empire of the sun,
catch him in his rhythm,
rhyme & in his vision,
manifest music momentous to him of his mission,
he rolls like a bowler,
a forward composure,
with butterfly net full of dreams hangin' over his he says.

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,

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

**so i i gotta...**

Walk my way

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 & tears bled,
create the path I see

i guess i gotta...**

Walk my way