Luyện nghe bài hát I Have A Dream

Yeah...it's been a long coming y'all...
We dreamin' big...(it's the anthem)... Group 1

Yo since the first time little boy picked up a mic
I've been dreaming for the day you would hear it and like
Every word that I spit hoping you relate
To every pain that I've been feeling since I out the gate
Used to dream about making it a deal
To this world that this life that I've been living is real
When I make it I'm gonna do everything that promised
By remaining honest and to my God I'll pay homage
Take my parents out the stress that known all they life
And pay all of their bills gotta work till they die
No more asking for extensions to late fees
And no more late nights by their bed on their knees
No buying food on credit cause we're the funds
No more wondering where all of this money come from
God will see me to the day these words breathe life
And the very faith that I continue to write

A young kid growing up it was to adapt
The world didn't love me so I to rap it's cause...
I...I a dream, I...I have a dream
Late nights all alone steady feeling
I took a look at my life ain't got nothing to lose cause...
I...I have a dream, I...I a dream

A young girl growing up it was hard to
I felt like every other girl was given with a map
They seemed to know where they going
I didn't know jack, I had to play it cool never let them see I'm at
But baby girl got tired, and I never see my daddy
All the boys were liars, and were always getting at me
You see I tried to remove all the scars
But I could never see my dreams they were too far
Dreams of being free of being able to sing
I dreamt a man loved me I wasn't scared to be me
I saw a life where every had respect for herself
And every little girl would run and ask her for help
I'm not afraid to write a song exposes my pain
I lived my life so when it poured it rained
But I got the weather now I'm changing the game
And dreaming remains the of everything we proclaim

A young buck only high
With of reaching the sky
Rocked ball caps but
My crown was a king
A product of my labor
And my reprise
To my eyes past the
collar and live wise
I can't lie, I of what it would be like
If I
a lie
Spit instead of life
to cross the line
Keep a foot on both
But the is too large
For it to be hid
My kid's seeds will daddies dreams
Daddies dreams of having to hustle for the green
Or being a slave to work
Just to their needs
And and papi
Will reap the harvest of my
I paint a for a generation to come
No a peasant or slave
own kingdom
I freedom
And let it echo the slums
Rise up your fist
And march to the pace of the