Luyện nghe bài hát I Have A Dream

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

Yo the first time this little boy picked up a mic
I've been dreaming for the day that you hear it and like
word that I spit hoping you could relate
To every pain I've been feeling since I came out the gate
to dream about making it a six-figure deal
To show this world this life that I've been living is real
When I make it I'm gonna do everything that I've
By remaining honest and to my God I'll pay homage
my parents out the stress that they've known all they life
And pay all of their bills never work till they die
No more for extensions to avoid late fees
And no more late crying by their bed on their knees
No buying food on credit cause we're lacking the
No wondering where all of this money will come from
God will see me to the day when words breathe life
And manifest the faith that I continue to write

A young kid growing up it was hard to
The world didn't love me so I to rap it's cause...
I...I have a dream, I...I a dream
Late nights all alone steady confused
I took a look at my life ain't got to lose it's cause...
I...I have a dream, I...I have a

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

A young buck knee high
thoughts of reaching the sky
Rocked ball caps but
My crown was a size
A of my father's 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 death of life
to cross the line
Keep a foot on sides
But the dream is too
For it to be hid
My kid's seeds will inherit dreams
dreams of never having to hustle for the green
Or being a slave to work
to meet their needs
And mami and
Will reap the harvest of my
I paint a path for a to come
No longer a peasant or
own kingdom
I scream
And let it through the slums
up pump your fist
And march to the of the drum