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, dangerous

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

My hazardous thoughts to cut the mic's support short
get stained like tablecloths when I let off
Powerful, pushed past the point of no return
Leavin' mics with third-degree
Let me at 'em, I cramp your style like a
Track em through the mud I bag em
We're hardcore, hip-hop drips out my balls
And I be raw, for four score plus more
I strike like a bowling ball, holding y'all
Like hail, electrifying the rail
Peep the on paragraphs 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 gets in where I fits in for head-touchin,
Enemy, is the got me flippin
I don't a fuck tell that bitch and a nigga
I'm killin, snipin, catchin cases
Desert Storm-in, I be searchin for
As I run a with a racist
Pullin, swords, hit the Billboard a bullet
to the number seven
Everybody get the fo'-nine-three-eleven
(Mr. bring me a good 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 block a homicidal
Murder, beef for the burger
P.L.O., thoughts you never heard of
I switch, the city never sleeps, life's a
I shit, runnin through like Emmitt Smith
Caution, niggaz best to be careful
The street, before they end up in a coffin
sleep, niggaz tend to forget, however
Peep this, my nigga lives forever

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 would knock the hinges off the
The jerk tried to jet, Sabrina at his
Thirteen pounds on the plus a tec
Just when I said, "Where the the cream?"
Another jerk came out the with the M-16
He to cock it, blast these shots like, rockets
Crushed his collarbone, ripped his arm out the
My for the table 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 killed other
And I'm out

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