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 pray for times this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to shine this
In a matter of time I on some locked up shit
In the of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares true
It was time to marry the and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you gotta see it with a view
Got a shorty, she try'na bless me I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers
I'm gettin' cream, never let them get in between
Of what we started, nigga but I'm lionhearted
They love me I was stuck and hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it I'm an artist
No crawling, straight to walkin' with foreigns in my garage
Got bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, they me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an
I did shit Mariah
Lil' nigga I'm on
Icy as a hockey rink, nigga I'm fly-er
I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the lot
Phantom so big, it can't fit in the parking spot
You talkin' bout my niggas then what 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 deserve nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y'all I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his
Double M, yeah that's my team, the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the type to a million cash then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my hand on my toast
Cause these niggas want me dead and I make it back home
Cause my momma need that money and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get
You around, you fuck 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 young niggas that's rollin' I got niggas 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 out that drop 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 2-door Maybach, my seat all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga what up, nigga what up
If you ain't about that game then pussy nigga 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 slide down on your block, on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing dueces on the nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city I'm still calling them shots
And these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them braids that lock
The same that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hating on me, waiting on me
Still on hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' me, I say remember me
So much money ya friends turn into enemies
And with these beef I turn my enemies to
With them bricks they go 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke turn rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I leave you think pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy he first touched that brick
I'm