Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Sandman

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

Lyrical from the glock
bullet holes on the chops, I want the number one spot
With the science, of a
New defiant, brutal like domestic violence
Silence of the Lambs, occurred I slammed in
Foes their chairs, to be mad as Ralph Cramden
Others come with shit, as silly as Art
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 Brooklyn
When you ain't lookin', I take the queen, with the then
I get vexed, layin' phat on Ampex
Morphous God, drunk, off a Triple X
Violent time, I got love than valentines
The violent mind, I blast with a nine

My hazardous thoughts to cut the mic's life support
Brains get stained tablecloths when I let off
Powerful, poetry pushed past the point of no
Leavin' mics with burns
Let me at 'em, I your style like a spasm
Track em the mud then I bag em
We're screaming hardcore, hip-hop out my balls
And I be raw, for score plus seven more
I strike like a bowling ball, holding y'all
Like hail, electrifying the third
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 gets in where I 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, catchin cases
Desert Storm-in, I be searchin for
As I run a mile a racist
Pullin, swords, hit the Billboard 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, watch me bang the headpiece no survival
My lights up the block like a homicidal
Murder, underground beef for the
P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never of
I switch, the city never sleeps, a bitch
I shit, runnin through bitches like Smith
Caution, best to be careful crossin
The street, before end up layin in a coffin
Don't sleep, tend to forget, however
Peep this, my nigga Case lives

What lurks in the heart 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 jerk to jet, Sabrina at his neck
Thirteen pounds on the plus a tec
Just I said, "Where the fuck's the cream?"
Another jerk came out the kitchen the M-16
He tried to cock it, these shots like, rockets
Crushed his collarbone, ripped his arm out the
My move for the was swift, I got my hostage
(The tried to stab you God!) but I dodged it
Niggaz said, "Carlton a ill motherfucker"
'Cause I made it look like they both killed each
And I'm out

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