Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Dreams and Nightmares)

Ain't this what 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 time I spent on locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, come true
It was time to marry the and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she try'na bless me I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers
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 hated when I
I go and get it regardless, draw it 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 hockey rink, nigga 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 to the parking lot
so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word, I say a word
Was on my grind and now I got I deserve fuck nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y'all I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his
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 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
These niggas tryna my life, they fuck around get killed
You around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me fuck 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 did the DOAs 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 nigga be wildin'
We niggas and we mobbin' like Batman 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 that murder 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 tour life 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, on twelve o'clock
And they be dueces on the same nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my cause I'm still calling them shots
And these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas on me, hoes 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 these beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go from 40 no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga turn rich, love the game like
And if I leave you think pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy he first touched that brick
I'm