Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Dreams and Nightmares)

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

1]
I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme this
So I had to grind like that to like this
In a of time I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come
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 try'na bless me I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, please before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let them get in between
Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm
They love me when I was stuck and when I departed
I go and get it regardless, it like I'm an artist
No crawling, straight to walkin' with foreigns in my garage
Got bitches 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 nigga I'm
When I bought the Rolls Royce thought it was leased
Then I bought new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, in peace to the parking lot
so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then what you 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, thought I was finished?
When I bought Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his
Double M, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the type to count a million then grind like I'm broke
Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my Ghost
I'm around my city with my hand strapped on my toast
Cause these niggas want me dead and I make it back home
Cause my momma that bill money and my son need some milk
niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get
these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke
All I is murder, when 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 drop head, I'm riding down on Collins
They like, my nigga back that young nigga be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' Batman and we're Robin
This 2-door Maybach, with my all reclinin'
I'm real nigga 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, get your pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour ain't good
Catch me in MIA, at that Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing dueces on the nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city cause I'm still them shots
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 came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hating on me, waiting on me
Still on that hood shit, my Rolls on E
They remember me, I say remember me
So much money ya friends turn into enemies
And with these beef I my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go 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' still my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my
Had me feeling like that dope boy he first touched that brick
I'm