Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Sandman

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

shots from the glock
Bust holes on the chops, I want the number one spot
With the science, of a
New York defiant, brutal like domestic
Silence of the Lambs, when I slammed in
Foes grab their chairs, to be mad as Ralph
Others with shit, as silly as Art Carney
But my Tetley triplizes, more kids than
Never need for stress there's three of sess
A I rest, playing chess, yes
My be sneaky like a crook from Brooklyn
you ain't 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 than
The violent mind, I with a silent nine

My hazardous thoughts to cut the mic's life support
Brains get stained like when I let off
Powerful, pushed past the point of no return
Leavin' mics third-degree 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 seven more
I like a bowling 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, in the city
My people represent, get
The heat-seeker, on a from hell's kitchen
I gets in I fits in for head-touchin, listen
Enemy, is the industry got me
I don't give a fuck that bitch and a nigga
I'm killin, snipin, catchin murder
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 bring me a 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 like a homicidal
Murder, underground for the burger
P.L.O., criminal thoughts you heard of
I switch, the never sleeps, life's a bitch
I shit, runnin through like Emmitt Smith
Caution, niggaz to be careful crossin
The street, before they end up layin in a
Don't sleep, niggaz to forget, however
this, my nigga Case lives forever

What evil in the heart of men?
It be the shadow, street-life, flowin
I had a plot, scheme, I knew for
Only one kid would the hinges off the door
The tried to jet, Sabrina at his neck
pounds on the table plus a tec
Just when I said, "Where the the cream?"
Another jerk came out the kitchen with the
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 to stab you God!) but I dodged it
Niggaz said, "Carlton a ill motherfucker"
'Cause I made it look like they both killed other
And I'm out

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