Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Sandman

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

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

My hazardous thoughts to cut the mic's life short
Brains get stained tablecloths when I let off
Powerful, poetry pushed past the point of no
Leavin' mics third-degree burns
Let me at 'em, I cramp style like a spasm
Track em through the mud I bag em
We're screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my
And I be raw, for four score seven more
I like a bowling ball, holding y'all hostage
Like hail, electrifying the rail
the smash on paragraphs of ruckus
Wu-Tang (Clan nuttin ta fuck wit)

Hot time, in the city
My people represent, get
The heat-seeker, on a mission from hell's
I gets in where I fits in for head-touchin,
Enemy, is the industry got me
I don't give a fuck that bitch and a nigga
I'm killin, snipin, catchin murder
Storm-in, I be searchin for oasis
As I run a with a racist
Pullin, swords, hit the Billboard a bullet
to the number seven
Everybody else get the
(Mr. Sandman bring me a dream)
I don't what's going on
If you can us there...

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

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

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