Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Dreams and Nightmares)

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

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I to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like to shine like this
In a matter of I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs 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 clear-eyed
Got a shorty, she try'na bless me I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in
Of we started, lil' nigga but I'm lionhearted
They me when 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 walkin' with in my garage
Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and
Anything for a dollar, tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it an album
I did shit Mariah
nigga I'm on fire
Icy as a rink, Philly nigga I'm fly-er
When I bought the Royce they thought it was leased
Then I that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the lot
Phantom so big, it even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, 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 fuck
Hold up wait a minute, y'all I was finished?
When I bought that Aston y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like on his spinach
Double M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the
I'm the type to count a million cash grind like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my with my hand strapped on my toast
Cause these want me dead and I gotta make it back home
my momma need 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 around, get smoked
Cause these Philly niggas I brought me don't fuck around, no joke
All I know is murder, it comes to me
I got niggas that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' b's
I done did the I done did the KODs
Every 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
They like, my nigga back home that young be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' like and we're Robin
This 2-door Maybach, with my all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga what up, 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 in my hood, no that tour life ain't 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 o'clock
And be throwing dueces on the same nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city cause I'm still them shots
And these lames talking bullshit 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, hoes on me
Still on that hood shit, my Rolls on E
They gon' remember me, I say me
So much money ya friends 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 when it first touched my wrist
Had me like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
I'm