Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Dreams and Nightmares)

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

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I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme this
So I had to like that to shine like this
In a matter of I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares true
It was time to the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she try'na bless me I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let them get in between
Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm
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 foreigns in my
Got bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
for a dollar, they tell 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 Royce thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the lot
Phantom so big, it even fit in the parking spot
You talkin' bout my niggas then what 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 nigga
Hold up wait a minute, thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah that's my team, the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the type to count a million then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my
Cause these niggas want me dead and I make it back home
Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get
Cause these niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke
All I know is murder, when it to me
I got young niggas rollin' I got niggas throwin' b's
I done did the I done did the KODs
Every time I'm in 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 home that young nigga be wildin'
We young and we mobbin' like Batman 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 that murder game then pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour 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 of my city cause I'm still calling them shots
And these lames talking that the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my
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 money have ya friends turn into
And with these beef I turn my to memories
With them bricks they go 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
nigga turn rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my
It was something 'bout that when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he touched that brick
I'm