Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Sandman

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

Lyrical shots from the
Bust holes on the chops, I want the number one spot
the science, of a giant
New York defiant, brutal domestic violence
Silence of the Lambs, when I slammed in
Foes grab their chairs, to be mad as Cramden
Others come with shit, as silly as Art
But my Tetley triplizes, more kids than
Never need for stress there's bags of sess
A damn I rest, chess, yes
My be sneaky like a crook from Brooklyn
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 mic's support short
get stained like tablecloths when I let off
Powerful, poetry past the point of no return
Leavin' mics with third-degree
Let me at 'em, I cramp your like a spasm
em through the mud then I bag em
We're hardcore, hip-hop drips out my balls
And I be raw, for four score seven more
I strike like a bowling ball, y'all hostage
Like hail, the third rail
Peep the smash on paragraphs of
Wu-Tang (Clan ain't ta fuck wit)

Hot time, summer in the
My represent, get busy
The heat-seeker, on a from hell's kitchen
I in where I fits in for head-touchin, listen
Enemy, is the got me flippin
I don't give a fuck tell that bitch and a
I'm killin, snipin, catchin murder
Desert Storm-in, I be for oasis
As I run a with a racist
Pullin, swords, hit the Billboard with a
Peace to the number
Everybody else get the
(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 lights up the block like a homicidal
Murder, underground beef for the
P.L.O., thoughts you never heard of
I switch, the city never sleeps, life's a
I shit, runnin through bitches Emmitt Smith
Caution, best to be careful crossin
The street, before they end up layin in a
Don't sleep, niggaz to forget, however
Peep this, my Case lives forever

What evil lurks in the heart of
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 tried to jet, at his neck
Thirteen pounds on the table a tec
Just I said, "Where the fuck's the cream?"
Another jerk came out the kitchen with the
He tried to cock it, blast these 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 both killed each other
And I'm out

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