Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Dreams and Nightmares)

Ain't this what they've been waiting for? You

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I used to pray for times like this, to like this
So I had to grind like that to shine like
In a matter of time I on some locked up shit
In the of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you gotta see it with a view
Got a shorty, she bless me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let hoes get in between
Of what we started, nigga but I'm lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it I'm an artist
No crawling, went straight to with foreigns in my garage
Got bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an
I did shit Mariah
Lil' I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I'm
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was
Then I bought new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the parking
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, and I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word, I don't say a
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was
When I bought that Martin y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm Popeye on his spinach
Double M, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the type to count a million cash then like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city my hand strapped on my toast
Cause these want me dead and I gotta make it back home
Cause my momma need that bill money and my son some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get
You around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't around, no joke
All I is murder, when it comes to me
I got young niggas that's rollin' I got throwin' b's
I done did the DOAs I done did the
Every I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm riding down on
They like, my back home that young nigga be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' Batman and we're Robin
This 2-door Maybach, my seat all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga what up, nigga what up
If you ain't about that murder game pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life good
Catch me down in MIA, at Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that little I could
Boy I slide down on your block, on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing dueces on the same nigga they
And I'm the king of my city cause I'm still calling them
And these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas flopped
I'm the same nigga Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my
And niggas hating on me, hoes waiting on me
Still on that shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' remember me, I say me
So much money have ya friends turn enemies
And with beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that boy when he first touched that brick
I'm