Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Sandman

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

Lyrical shots the glock
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
Foes grab their chairs, to be mad as Ralph
Others with shit, as silly as Art Carney
But my Tetley triplizes, kids than Barney
Never need for there's three bags of sess
A I rest, playing chess, yes
My thoughts be sneaky like a crook from
When you lookin', I take the queen, with the rook then
I get vexed, phat trax on Ampex
Morphous God, drunk, off a Triple X
Violent time, I got more than valentines
The violent mind, I blast a silent nine

My hazardous thoughts to cut the life support short
Brains get like tablecloths when I let off
Powerful, pushed past the point of no return
Leavin' mics third-degree burns
Let me at 'em, I cramp your style a spasm
Track em the mud then I bag em
screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my balls
And I be raw, for four score seven more
I strike a bowling ball, holding y'all hostage
hail, electrifying the third rail
Peep the smash on paragraphs of
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 I fits in for head-touchin, listen
Enemy, is the industry got me
I don't a fuck tell that bitch and a nigga
I'm killin, snipin, murder cases
Desert Storm-in, I be searchin for
As I run a with a racist
Pullin, swords, hit the with a bullet
Peace to the number
Everybody get the fo'-nine-three-eleven
(Mr. Sandman me a good dream)
I know what's going on
If you can us there...

Yo, watch me bang the headpiece there's no
My flow lights up the block like a
Murder, underground beef for the
P.L.O., criminal thoughts you heard of
I switch, the never sleeps, life's a bitch
I shit, runnin bitches like Emmitt Smith
Caution, niggaz best to be crossin
The street, before they end up in a coffin
sleep, niggaz tend to forget, however
Peep this, my Case lives forever

What evil lurks in the of men?
It be the shadow, street-life, flowin
I had a plot, scheme, I for sure
Only one kid would knock the off the door
The jerk 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 the M-16
He tried to cock it, these shots like, rockets
Crushed his collarbone, 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 like they both killed each other
And I'm out

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