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 like this, to rhyme like
So I had to like that to shine like this
In a matter of time I spent on some locked up
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 try'na bless me I said, "Achoo"
Like a sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze
I'm cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm
love 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' foreigns in my garage
Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and
Anything for a dollar, tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an
I did with Mariah
Lil' nigga I'm on
Icy as a hockey rink, nigga I'm fly-er
When I the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, rest in peace
Hater in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the parking
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then what you talkin'
Gangstas in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word, I don't say a
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve nigga
Hold up wait a minute, thought I was finished?
When I bought Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke
Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my with my hand strapped on my toast
Cause niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
Cause my momma need 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 around, get smoked
Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't 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 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 home that young be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' like and we're Robin
2-door Maybach, with my seat 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, I'll get your ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at that game on wood
With Puma 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 same nigga watch
And I'm the king of my city cause I'm still calling them
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 nigga that came up and I had to for my spot
And niggas hating on me, hoes waiting on me
Still on that shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' me, I say remember me
So much money have ya turn into enemies
And with these beef I turn my enemies to
With them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, up
Broke nigga rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first my wrist
Had me feeling like that boy when he first touched that brick
I'm