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 shots from the
Bust holes on the chops, I want the number one spot
With the science, of a
New York defiant, like domestic violence
Silence of the Lambs, occurred when I in
Foes their chairs, to be mad as Ralph Cramden
come with shit, as silly as Art Carney
But my Tetley triplizes, more kids Barney
Never need for there's three bags of sess
A damn I rest, chess, yes
My thoughts be sneaky like a crook from
When you lookin', I take the queen, with the rook then
I get vexed, phat trax on Ampex
Morphous God, gettin' drunk, off a X
time, I got more love than valentines
The violent mind, I with a silent nine

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

Hot time, in the city
My represent, get busy
The heat-seeker, on a mission hell's kitchen
I gets in where I in for head-touchin, listen
Enemy, is the got me flippin
I give a fuck tell that bitch and a nigga
I'm killin, snipin, catchin cases
Desert Storm-in, I be for oasis
As I run a mile with a
Pullin, swords, hit the with a bullet
Peace to the seven
else 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, me bang the headpiece there's no survival
My flow lights up the block like a
Murder, underground beef for the
P.L.O., criminal thoughts you heard of
I switch, the city never sleeps, a bitch
I shit, runnin through bitches like Smith
Caution, niggaz best to be crossin
The street, they end up layin in a coffin
Don't sleep, niggaz to forget, however
Peep this, my nigga Case lives

What lurks in the heart of men?
It be the shadow, street-life, again
I had a plot, scheme, I knew for
Only one kid knock the hinges off the door
The jerk to jet, Sabrina at his neck
Thirteen on the table plus a tec
when I said, "Where the fuck's the cream?"
Another came out the kitchen with the M-16
He tried to cock it, blast shots like, rockets
his collarbone, ripped his arm out the socket
My move for the was swift, I got my hostage
(The nigga 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. Sandman me a good dream)
(Mr. bring me a good dream)