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 times this, to rhyme like 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, nightmares true
It was to marry the game 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 hoes get in between
Of we started, lil' nigga 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' with 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 shit Mariah
Lil' I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I'm
When I bought the Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in to the parking lot
so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then what you bout?
Gangstas move in silence, and I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word, I say a word
Was on my and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga
up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
When I that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach
M, yeah 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 like my Ghost
I'm around my city with my hand strapped on my toast
Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it home
Cause my momma need bill money and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you around, you fuck around, get smoked
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 rollin' I got throwin' b's
I done did the DOAs I done did the
Every 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 home young nigga be wildin'
We young and we mobbin' like Batman and we're Robin
This 2-door Maybach, with my seat all
I'm that real nigga up, real nigga what up
If you ain't about that murder then pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass up
you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on
With that life on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on block, bike 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 nappy braids that
The same nigga 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' remember me, I say me
So money have ya friends turn into enemies
And with these beef I turn my to memories
With them bricks they go 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga turn rich, love the game Mitch
And if I leave you them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he touched that brick
I'm