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 like
So I had to grind like that to like this
In a matter of I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, locked on wrists
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 bless me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, please before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil' but I'm lionhearted
They love me when I was 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, they me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it an album
I did shit with
Lil' nigga I'm on
Icy as a rink, Philly nigga I'm fly-er
When I bought the Rolls they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, rest in peace
rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't fit in the parking spot
You ain't 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 and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y'all I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all it was rented?
on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah that's my team, the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the type to count a cash then grind like I'm broke
Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my hand on my toast
Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta it back home
Cause my need that bill money and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get
Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me fuck around, no joke
All I know is murder, it comes to me
I got young that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' b's
I done did the DOAs I did the KODs
time I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm riding on Collins
like, my nigga back home that young nigga be wildin'
We niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and we're Robin
This 2-door Maybach, with my all reclinin'
I'm that real what up, real nigga what up
If you ain't about that murder game then pussy nigga up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that 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 your block, bike on twelve
And they be throwing dueces on the nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city cause I'm calling them shots
And these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy that lock
The same that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And niggas hating on me, hoes waiting on me
Still on that hood shit, my Royce on E
They gon' remember me, I say me
So much money have ya turn into enemies
And with these beef I turn my to memories
With them they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga turn rich, love the game Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first that brick
I'm