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, style

Lyrical shots from the
Bust holes on the chops, I want the number one spot
the science, of a giant
New York defiant, brutal like domestic
Silence of the Lambs, occurred I slammed in
grab their chairs, to be mad as Ralph Cramden
Others come with shit, as as Art Carney
But my Tetley triplizes, kids than Barney
Never need for stress there's three bags of
A I rest, playing chess, yes
My thoughts be sneaky a crook from Brooklyn
you ain't lookin', I take the queen, with the rook then
I get vexed, phat trax on Ampex
God, gettin' drunk, off a Triple 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 stained like when I let off
Powerful, poetry pushed past the point of no
Leavin' with third-degree burns
Let me at 'em, I cramp style like a spasm
Track em the mud then I bag em
We're screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my
And I be raw, for score plus seven more
I strike like a bowling ball, y'all hostage
Like hail, the third rail
Peep the smash on paragraphs of
Wu-Tang (Clan 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 industry got me
I don't give a fuck tell that bitch and a
I'm killin, snipin, murder cases
Desert Storm-in, I be for oasis
As I run a mile with a
Pullin, swords, hit the Billboard a bullet
Peace to the seven
Everybody else get the
(Mr. bring me a good dream)
I don't know 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., criminal thoughts you heard of
I switch, the never sleeps, life's a bitch
I shit, through bitches like Emmitt Smith
Caution, niggaz to be careful crossin
The street, before they end up in a coffin
Don't sleep, tend to forget, however
Peep this, my nigga Case 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 jerk tried to jet, at his neck
Thirteen pounds on the plus a tec
when I said, "Where the fuck's the cream?"
Another jerk out the kitchen with the M-16
He tried to cock it, blast these shots like,
Crushed his collarbone, ripped his arm out the
My move for the table was swift, I got my
(The nigga tried to you God!) but I dodged it
Niggaz said, "Carlton a ill motherfucker"
'Cause I made it look like they killed each other
And I'm out

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