Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Sandman

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

Lyrical shots the glock
Bust bullet holes on the chops, I want the number one
With the science, of a
New York defiant, brutal like domestic
Silence of the Lambs, occurred I slammed in
Foes grab their chairs, to be mad as Cramden
Others come shit, as silly as Art Carney
But my Tetley triplizes, more than Barney
Never need for stress there's bags of sess
A damn I rest, chess, yes
My thoughts be sneaky like a crook Brooklyn
you ain't lookin', I take the queen, with the rook then
I get vexed, layin' phat trax on
Morphous God, gettin' drunk, off a X
Violent time, I got more love valentines
The mind, I blast with a silent nine

My hazardous thoughts to cut the life support short
Brains get stained tablecloths when I let off
Powerful, poetry past the point of no return
Leavin' mics with 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 plus seven more
I like a bowling ball, holding y'all hostage
hail, electrifying the third rail
Peep the on paragraphs of ruckus
(Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit)

Hot time, in the city
My people represent, get
The heat-seeker, on a from hell's kitchen
I gets in where I in for head-touchin, listen
Enemy, is the got me flippin
I don't give a fuck tell that and a nigga
I'm killin, snipin, catchin cases
Desert Storm-in, I be for oasis
As I run a with a racist
Pullin, swords, hit the Billboard with a
Peace to the seven
else get the fo'-nine-three-eleven
(Mr. Sandman bring me a dream)
I know what's going on
If you can us there...

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

What lurks in the heart of men?
It be the shadow, street-life, flowin
I had a plot, scheme, I knew for
Only one kid would knock the hinges off the
The jerk tried to jet, Sabrina at his
Thirteen pounds on the table a tec
when I said, "Where the fuck's the cream?"
Another jerk came out the kitchen with the
He tried to cock it, blast shots like, rockets
Crushed his collarbone, ripped his arm out the
My for the table 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 me a good dream)
(Mr. Sandman me a good dream)