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 the number one spot
the science, of a giant
New defiant, brutal 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 triplizes, more kids than Barney
Never need for stress there's three of sess
A damn I rest, chess, yes
My thoughts be sneaky like a crook Brooklyn
When you ain't lookin', I take the queen, with the then
I get vexed, layin' trax on Ampex
Morphous God, gettin' drunk, off a X
time, I got more love than valentines
The violent mind, I blast with a nine

My thoughts to cut the mic's life support short
Brains get like tablecloths when I let off
Powerful, poetry past the point of no return
Leavin' mics with third-degree
Let me at 'em, I cramp style like a spasm
Track em through the mud I bag em
We're screaming hardcore, hip-hop out my balls
And I be raw, for four score plus seven
I strike like a ball, holding y'all hostage
Like hail, electrifying the third
Peep the on paragraphs of ruckus
Wu-Tang (Clan ain't nuttin ta wit)

Hot time, summer in the
My represent, get busy
The heat-seeker, on a mission from kitchen
I gets in where I fits in for head-touchin,
Enemy, is the industry got me
I don't give a fuck tell bitch and a nigga
I'm killin, snipin, murder cases
Storm-in, I be searchin for oasis
As I run a mile with a
Pullin, swords, hit the with a bullet
Peace to the seven
Everybody get the fo'-nine-three-eleven
(Mr. bring me a good dream)
I don't know going on
If you can us there...

Yo, me bang the headpiece there's no survival
My flow lights up the like a homicidal
Murder, beef for the burger
P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never of
I switch, the never sleeps, life's a bitch
I shit, runnin through bitches Emmitt Smith
Caution, niggaz best to be crossin
The street, they end up layin 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, flowin
I had a plot, scheme, I knew for
one kid would knock the hinges off the door
The tried to jet, Sabrina 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 it, blast these shots like, rockets
his collarbone, ripped his arm out the socket
My move for the was swift, I got my hostage
(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. bring me a good dream)