Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Dreams and Nightmares)

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

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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 time I spent on locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come
It was to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you gotta see it a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she try'na bless me I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let them get in between
Of we started, lil' nigga but I'm lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an
No crawling, straight to walkin' 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 with
Lil' I'm on fire
Icy as a rink, Philly nigga I'm fly-er
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was
Then I that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the parking
You ain't bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, and I don't talk a lot
I say a word, I don't say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y'all I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin thought it was rented?
on these niggas, I'm like 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 then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my
I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my
Cause these niggas me dead and I gotta make it back home
Cause my momma that bill money and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you 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 young niggas that's rollin' I got niggas b's
I done did the DOAs I done did the
Every time I'm in that I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm down on Collins
They like, my nigga back home that young be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and Robin
This Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm that real what up, real nigga what up
If you ain't about that murder game then pussy shut up
If you me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I
Boy I down on your block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be dueces on the same nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city cause I'm still them shots
And these talking that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids lock
The nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these hating on me, hoes waiting on me
on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' me, I say remember me
So much have ya friends turn into enemies
And with these beef I turn my enemies to
With them bricks go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga turn rich, love the like Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty gon' still suck my dick?
It was 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first that brick
I'm