Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Dreams and Nightmares)

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

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I used to pray for times like this, to like this
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, cuffs on wrists
See my dreams unfold, come true
It was to marry 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, nigga please before them squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm
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, tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an
I did shit with
nigga I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly I'm fly-er
When I bought the Royce they thought it was leased
I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the lot
Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the parking
You ain't talkin' bout my then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I talk a lot
I don't say a word, I say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I fuck nigga
Hold up wait a minute, thought I was finished?
When I that Aston Martin y'all thought 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
That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride my Ghost
I'm around my city with my hand strapped on my toast
these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
Cause my momma need that bill money and my son some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they around get killed
You around, you fuck around, you fuck 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 young niggas 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 drop head, I'm riding down on Collins
They like, my nigga back home young nigga be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' like and we're Robin
This 2-door Maybach, my seat all reclinin'
I'm that real what up, real nigga what up
If you ain't about that murder then pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't
Catch me down in MIA, at that game on wood
that Puma 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 still calling them
And these lames talking that bullshit the same that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Street with them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my
And these hating on me, hoes waiting on me
Still on that hood shit, my Rolls on E
They gon' me, I say remember me
So much have ya friends turn into enemies
And with these beef I turn my to memories
With them bricks they go 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke turn rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still 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