Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Dreams and Nightmares)

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

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I used to for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to like this
In a of time I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, locked on wrists
See my unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to marry the and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she try'na bless me I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let them get in between
Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm
They me when I was stuck and hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an
No crawling, went to walkin' with foreigns in my garage
Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and
Anything for a dollar, tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an
I did with Mariah
nigga I'm on fire
Icy as a rink, Philly nigga I'm fly-er
When I the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I talk a lot
I say a word, I don't say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I fuck nigga
Hold up a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
When I bought Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on 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 grind I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my strapped on my toast
Cause these niggas want me and I gotta make it back home
Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some
These niggas tryna take my life, they around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get
Cause these Philly niggas I brought me don't fuck around, no joke
All I know is murder, when it to me
I got young niggas that's I got niggas throwin' b's
I done did the DOAs I did the KODs
Every time I'm in that bitch I get to 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that head, I'm riding down on Collins
They like, my nigga back that young nigga be wildin'
We young niggas and we like Batman and we're Robin
This Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga what up, real what up
If you ain't about that murder game pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, get your pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't
Catch me down in MIA, at that game on wood
that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I down on your block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing dueces on the same they watch
And I'm the king of my city cause I'm calling them shots
And these talking that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I'm the nigga 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 Royce on E
They gon' remember me, I say me
So much money have ya friends turn into
And these beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, up
Broke nigga turn rich, love the game like
And if I leave you think them hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it touched my wrist
Had me feeling that dope boy when he first touched that brick
I'm