Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Sandman

This is (Mr. Sandman bring me a dream)
Serious, the
D-da, (Mr. Sandman bring me a dream) day-da
Danger, style

Lyrical from the glock
Bust bullet holes on the chops, I want the one spot
With the science, of a
New York defiant, like domestic violence
Silence of the Lambs, occurred I slammed in
Foes grab their chairs, to be mad as Cramden
Others with shit, as silly as Art Carney
But my Tetley triplizes, more kids than
Never need for stress there's bags of sess
A damn I rest, chess, yes
My thoughts be like a crook from Brooklyn
When you ain't lookin', I take the queen, with the rook
I get vexed, layin' phat trax on
Morphous God, drunk, off a Triple X
time, I got more love than valentines
The violent mind, I blast a silent nine

My thoughts to cut the mic's life support short
Brains get stained like when I let off
Powerful, pushed past the point of no return
mics with third-degree burns
Let me at 'em, I cramp your style like a
em through the mud then I bag em
We're screaming hardcore, hip-hop out my balls
And I be raw, for score plus seven more
I strike like a ball, holding y'all hostage
Like hail, electrifying the third
Peep the on paragraphs of ruckus
Wu-Tang (Clan ain't ta fuck wit)

Hot time, summer in the
My represent, get busy
The heat-seeker, on a mission hell's kitchen
I in where I fits in for head-touchin, listen
Enemy, is the industry got me
I don't give a tell that bitch and a nigga
I'm killin, snipin, catchin cases
Storm-in, I be searchin for oasis
As I run a mile with a
Pullin, swords, hit the Billboard a bullet
to the number seven
Everybody get the fo'-nine-three-eleven
(Mr. Sandman bring me a dream)
I don't what's going on
If you can us there...

Yo, watch me bang the headpiece there's no
My flow lights up the like a homicidal
Murder, underground for the burger
P.L.O., thoughts you never heard of
I switch, the never sleeps, life's a bitch
I shit, through bitches like Emmitt Smith
Caution, niggaz to be careful crossin
The street, before they end up layin in a
Don't sleep, tend to forget, however
Peep this, my nigga lives forever

What evil lurks in the of men?
It be the shadow, street-life, flowin
I had a plot, scheme, I for sure
Only one kid knock the hinges off the door
The jerk tried to jet, at his neck
Thirteen pounds on the table a tec
when I said, "Where the fuck's the cream?"
Another jerk came out the kitchen the M-16
He tried to cock it, these shots like, rockets
Crushed his collarbone, his arm out the socket
My move for the table was swift, I got my
(The tried to stab you God!) but I dodged it
said, "Carlton youse a ill motherfucker"
'Cause I made it look like they both each other
And I'm out

(Mr. bring me a good dream)
(Mr. Sandman me a good dream)