Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Dreams and Nightmares)

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

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I used to pray for times like this, to like this
So I had to grind like that to shine like
In a matter of time I spent on some locked up
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 it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she try'na me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil' but I'm lionhearted
love me when 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 walkin' with in my garage
Got foreign 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
nigga I'm on fire
Icy as a rink, Philly nigga I'm fly-er
When I the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't fit in the parking spot
You talkin' bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout?
move in silence, nigga 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
up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm 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 cash then grind like I'm
Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride 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 back
Cause my momma need that bill and my son need some milk
These tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you around, get smoked
Cause these Philly I brought 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 did the KODs
Every time I'm in that bitch I get to 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that head, I'm riding down on Collins
They like, my nigga back that young nigga be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and we're
2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga what up, nigga what up
If you about that murder game then pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour ain't good
me down in MIA, at that Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that little I could
Boy I slide down on your block, on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing dueces on the same they watch
And I'm the king of my city cause I'm still them shots
And these lames talking that bullshit the same that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks with them nappy braids that lock
The nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas on me, hoes waiting on me
Still on that hood shit, my Rolls on E
They gon' remember me, I say me
So much money have ya friends turn enemies
And with these beef I turn my enemies to
them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga turn rich, love the game like
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my
It was 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy he first touched that brick
I'm