Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Sandman

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

Lyrical 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, when I slammed in
Foes grab chairs, to be mad as Ralph Cramden
come with shit, as silly as Art Carney
But my Tetley triplizes, more than Barney
Never need for stress three bags of sess
A I rest, playing chess, yes
My thoughts be like a crook from Brooklyn
When you lookin', I take the queen, with the rook then
I get vexed, layin' phat trax on
God, gettin' drunk, off a Triple X
Violent time, I got more love valentines
The violent mind, I blast with a silent

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

Hot time, in the city
My represent, get busy
The heat-seeker, on a from hell's kitchen
I gets in where I fits in for head-touchin,
Enemy, is the got me flippin
I don't give a fuck tell that bitch and a
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
Peace to the 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 up the block like 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, best to be careful crossin
The street, before they end up in a coffin
Don't sleep, tend to forget, however
this, my nigga Case lives forever

What evil lurks in the of men?
It be the shadow, street-life, again
I had a plot, scheme, I for sure
Only one kid would the hinges off the door
The tried to jet, Sabrina at his neck
Thirteen pounds on the table a tec
Just when I said, "Where the the cream?"
Another jerk came out the kitchen with the
He tried to cock it, these shots like, rockets
his collarbone, ripped 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 like they both killed each other
And I'm out

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