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 from the
Bust bullet holes on the chops, I want the number one
the science, of a giant
New York defiant, brutal like domestic
of the Lambs, occurred 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, more kids than
Never need for stress three bags of sess
A I rest, playing 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 love than valentines
The violent mind, I blast with a nine

My thoughts to cut the mic's life support short
Brains get stained like when I let off
Powerful, pushed past the point of no return
Leavin' mics with burns
Let me at 'em, I cramp style like a spasm
Track em through the mud I bag em
We're screaming hardcore, hip-hop out my balls
And I be raw, for four score plus seven
I strike like a bowling ball, holding hostage
Like hail, electrifying the rail
Peep the smash on of ruckus
Wu-Tang (Clan nuttin ta fuck wit)

Hot time, in the city
My people represent, get
The heat-seeker, on a mission from kitchen
I gets in where I fits in for head-touchin,
Enemy, is the got me flippin
I don't give a fuck tell that bitch and a
I'm killin, snipin, catchin murder
Storm-in, I be searchin for oasis
As I run a mile a racist
Pullin, swords, hit the Billboard a bullet
to the number seven
Everybody get the fo'-nine-three-eleven
(Mr. Sandman bring me a dream)
I don't know going on
If you can us there...

Yo, watch me bang the headpiece there's no
My flow lights up the block a homicidal
Murder, beef for the burger
P.L.O., criminal thoughts you heard of
I switch, the city sleeps, life's a bitch
I shit, runnin through bitches Emmitt Smith
Caution, niggaz best to be careful
The street, they end up layin in a coffin
Don't sleep, niggaz to forget, however
Peep this, my nigga Case lives

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 the hinges off the door
The jerk to jet, Sabrina at his neck
Thirteen 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, ripped his arm out the
My move for the table was swift, I got my
(The nigga tried to stab you God!) but I it
Niggaz said, "Carlton a ill motherfucker"
'Cause I made it look like they killed each other
And I'm out

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