Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Sandman

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

Lyrical shots from the
Bust bullet holes on the chops, I want the number one
With the science, of a
New York defiant, like domestic violence
Silence of the Lambs, occurred I slammed in
grab their chairs, to be mad as Ralph Cramden
Others with shit, as silly as Art Carney
But my Tetley triplizes, more kids than
need for stress there's three bags of sess
A I rest, playing chess, yes
My thoughts be sneaky like a from Brooklyn
When you ain't lookin', I take the queen, with the rook
I get vexed, layin' phat on Ampex
God, gettin' drunk, off a Triple X
Violent time, I got more love valentines
The mind, I blast with a silent nine

My thoughts to cut the mic's life support short
Brains get stained like tablecloths I let off
Powerful, poetry past the point of no return
Leavin' mics with burns
Let me at 'em, I your style like a spasm
em through the mud then 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 paragraphs of
Wu-Tang (Clan nuttin ta fuck wit)

Hot time, in the city
My represent, get busy
The heat-seeker, on a from hell's kitchen
I in where I fits in for head-touchin, listen
Enemy, is the got me flippin
I don't give a tell that bitch and a nigga
I'm killin, snipin, catchin murder
Desert Storm-in, I be searchin for
As I run a mile with a
Pullin, swords, hit the with a bullet
to the number seven
Everybody else get the
(Mr. Sandman 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, underground beef for the
P.L.O., thoughts you never heard of
I switch, the city sleeps, life's a bitch
I shit, runnin through like Emmitt Smith
Caution, niggaz best to be careful
The street, before they end up layin in a
Don't sleep, tend to forget, however
Peep this, my nigga Case forever

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

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