Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Dreams and Nightmares)

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

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I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme this
So I had to grind like that to shine like
In a matter of I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on
See my dreams unfold, come true
It was time to 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 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' but I'm lionhearted
They love me I was stuck and hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, it like I'm an artist
No crawling, went straight to 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 an album
I did with Mariah
Lil' I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, nigga I'm fly-er
When I bought the Rolls Royce thought it was leased
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 talkin' bout my niggas then you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't a lot
I say a word, I don't say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck
Hold up wait a minute, y'all I was finished?
When I bought Aston Martin y'all thought 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 count a million cash then like I'm broke
Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my Ghost
I'm around my city with my hand strapped on my toast
Cause niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
Cause my momma that bill money and my son need some milk
These niggas take my life, they fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get
Cause these Philly niggas I 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 I done did the KODs
Every time I'm in bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm riding on Collins
They like, my nigga home that young nigga be wildin'
We niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and we're Robin
This 2-door Maybach, with my seat all
I'm that nigga what up, real nigga what up
If you ain't about that game then 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 good
me down in MIA, at that Heat game on wood
With that life on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve
And be throwing dueces on the same nigga 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 from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to for my spot
And these niggas hating on me, waiting on me
on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' me, I say remember me
So much money have ya turn into enemies
And with these I turn my enemies to memories
With bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga turn rich, love the game like
And if I you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first touched brick
I'm