Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Dreams and Nightmares)

Ain't this what been waiting for? You ready?

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I used to for times 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 up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, 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 bless 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' nigga but I'm
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, went straight to with foreigns in my garage
Got foreign 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' 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, hater rest in
Hater in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot
You talkin' bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word, I say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck
Hold up a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was
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 a million cash then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my with my hand strapped on my toast
Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it home
Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need milk
niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed
You around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
Cause these Philly niggas I with me don't fuck around, no joke
All I is murder, when it comes to me
I got young niggas rollin' I got niggas throwin' b's
I done did the DOAs I done did the
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 back 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 real nigga what up, nigga what up
If you ain't that murder 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
me down in MIA, at that Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like little engine I could
Boy I slide on your block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing dueces on the same nigga watch
And I'm the king of my city I'm still calling them shots
And these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with nappy braids that lock
The same nigga came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hating on me, hoes on me
on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They remember me, I say remember me
So much have ya friends turn into enemies
And with these beef I my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga turn rich, love the game like
And if I leave you them 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 when he touched that brick
I'm