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, style

Lyrical shots the glock
Bust bullet holes on the chops, I the number one spot
With the science, of a
New York defiant, brutal like domestic
Silence of the Lambs, occurred when I in
Foes grab chairs, to be mad as Ralph Cramden
Others come with shit, as silly as Art
But my triplizes, more kids than Barney
Never need for stress three bags of sess
A damn I rest, chess, yes
My thoughts be like a crook from Brooklyn
When you ain't lookin', I the queen, with the rook then
I get vexed, layin' phat on Ampex
God, gettin' drunk, off a Triple X
Violent time, I got more love than
The violent mind, I blast with a nine

My hazardous thoughts to cut the mic's life support
get stained 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 style like a spasm
em through 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 ball, holding y'all hostage
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 mission hell's 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, catchin 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 seven
else get the fo'-nine-three-eleven
(Mr. Sandman me a good dream)
I don't know what's on
If you can us there...

Yo, watch me bang the headpiece no survival
My flow lights up the like a homicidal
Murder, underground for the burger
P.L.O., criminal you never heard of
I switch, the city sleeps, life's a bitch
I shit, runnin through bitches Emmitt Smith
Caution, niggaz to be careful crossin
The street, they end up layin in a coffin
sleep, niggaz tend to forget, however
Peep this, my nigga lives forever

What evil lurks in the heart of
It be the shadow, street-life, flowin
I had a plot, scheme, I knew for
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 with the
He tried to it, blast these shots like, rockets
his collarbone, ripped his arm out the socket
My move for the table was swift, I got my
(The nigga to stab you God!) but I dodged it
said, "Carlton youse a ill motherfucker"
'Cause I made it look they both killed each other
And I'm out

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