Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Dreams and Nightmares)

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

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