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 from the glock
Bust bullet holes on the chops, I want the one spot
With the science, of a
New York defiant, brutal like violence
Silence of the Lambs, when I slammed in
Foes their chairs, to be mad as Ralph Cramden
Others with shit, as silly as Art Carney
But my Tetley triplizes, kids than Barney
Never need for stress there's three of sess
A damn I rest, chess, yes
My be sneaky like a crook from Brooklyn
When you ain't lookin', I take the queen, the rook then
I get vexed, phat trax on Ampex
Morphous God, gettin' drunk, off a X
time, I got more love 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, pushed past the point of no return
Leavin' mics with burns
Let me at 'em, I your style like a spasm
Track em through the mud I bag em
We're screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my
And I be raw, for four score plus more
I strike like a ball, holding y'all hostage
Like hail, electrifying the third
Peep the smash on paragraphs of
(Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit)

Hot time, summer in the
My represent, get busy
The heat-seeker, on a mission hell's kitchen
I gets in where I in for head-touchin, listen
Enemy, is the got me flippin
I don't give a tell that 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 Billboard a bullet
to the number seven
Everybody else get the
(Mr. bring me a good dream)
I don't know what's on
If you can us there...

Yo, watch me bang the there's no survival
My flow lights up the block like a
Murder, underground beef for the
P.L.O., criminal you never heard of
I switch, the city never sleeps, a bitch
I shit, through bitches like Emmitt Smith
Caution, best 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 lurks in the heart of men?
It be the shadow, street-life, flowin
I had a plot, scheme, I for sure
Only one kid would knock the hinges off the
The jerk to jet, Sabrina at his neck
pounds on the table plus a tec
Just when I said, "Where the the cream?"
Another jerk out the kitchen with the M-16
He tried to cock it, these shots like, rockets
Crushed his collarbone, his arm out the socket
My move for the was swift, I got my hostage
(The nigga tried to stab you God!) but I it
said, "Carlton youse a ill motherfucker"
'Cause I made it look like they both each other
And I'm out

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