Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Sandman

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

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

My hazardous thoughts to cut the life support short
Brains get like tablecloths when I let off
Powerful, pushed past the point of no return
Leavin' mics third-degree burns
Let me at 'em, I cramp your style a spasm
Track em the mud then I bag em
We're screaming hardcore, drips out my balls
And I be raw, for four score seven more
I like a bowling ball, holding y'all hostage
Like hail, electrifying the third
Peep the smash on of ruckus
(Clan ain't nuttin 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 got me flippin
I don't give a fuck tell 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 with a
to the number seven
Everybody get the fo'-nine-three-eleven
(Mr. bring me a good dream)
I don't know going on
If you can us there...

Yo, me bang the headpiece there's no survival
My flow lights up the block like a
Murder, underground for the burger
P.L.O., criminal you never heard of
I switch, the city never sleeps, a bitch
I shit, runnin through bitches like Smith
Caution, niggaz best to be careful
The street, before end up layin in a coffin
Don't sleep, niggaz to forget, however
this, my nigga Case lives forever

What lurks in the heart of men?
It be the shadow, street-life, flowin
I had a plot, scheme, I for sure
Only one kid would knock the hinges off the
The jerk tried to jet, at his neck
pounds on the table plus a tec
Just I said, "Where the fuck's the cream?"
Another jerk came out the with the M-16
He tried to cock it, blast these shots like,
Crushed his collarbone, ripped his arm out the
My for the table was swift, I got my hostage
(The nigga tried to stab you God!) but I it
Niggaz said, "Carlton a ill motherfucker"
'Cause I made it look like they both killed other
And I'm out

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