Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Dreams and Nightmares)

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

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I used to pray for like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to shine this
In a matter of time I spent on some locked up
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs on wrists
See my unfold, nightmares come true
It was to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you gotta see it with a view
Got a shorty, she try'na me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga before them triggers squeeze
I'm cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil' but I'm lionhearted
love 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 straight to walkin' 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 rink, Philly nigga I'm fly-er
I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in
Hater rest in peace, rest in to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas what you talkin' bout?
move in silence, nigga 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, thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was
Flexin' on niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the
I'm the type to count a million then grind like I'm broke
Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city my hand strapped on my toast
Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back
Cause my momma that bill money and my son need some milk
niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you around, you fuck around, get smoked
Cause Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke
All I know is murder, when it to me
I got niggas that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' b's
I done did the DOAs I did the KODs
time I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 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 mobbin' like Batman and we're
This 2-door Maybach, with my seat all
I'm that nigga what up, real nigga what up
If you ain't about that murder game then pussy shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, get your pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at that game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that engine I could
Boy I slide down on block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing dueces on the same they watch
And I'm the king of my city I'm still calling them shots
And these lames talking that the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Street with them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my
And these niggas on me, hoes waiting on me
on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They remember me, I say remember me
So much money have ya friends turn enemies
And these beef I turn my enemies to memories
With 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 gon' still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling that dope boy when he first touched that brick
I'm