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,
flash of magic, with an imagination to match it,
so catch it, it's classic, but it not be contained,
in an industry man made, cuz it runs my veins,
it pumps through my brain, through my name, nothing 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,
built fires inspired to keep my hands warm,
I've through hurricanes,
step-step sandstorms,
I've cliffs, you can see what I'm dreaming,
even walked on water, just to be here 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, a megaphone at heavens gate.

Shoot me down, my head,
my field of dreams instead,
cuz theres no way, you 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

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 couldn't for shit,
but could draw a photograph,
fuck a hit, he rather his rhyme on the wall of a class,
caught a & wrote the flavour that archaeologists artists audio 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)
while running this circus,
with the heart full of vibes (heart full of good vibes),
that's pumping his circuits,
live wire, 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 just rolls a bowler,
a soldiers composure,
with net full of dreams hangin' over his shoulder he says.

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

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

i guess 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 is going to be be,

Lift my feet, my head,
love & sweat & tears bled,
create the path I see

**so i i gotta...**

Walk my way