Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Sandman

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

Lyrical shots the glock
Bust holes on the chops, I want the number one spot
With the science, of a
New York defiant, like domestic violence
Silence of the Lambs, occurred I slammed in
grab their chairs, to be mad as Ralph Cramden
Others come with shit, as as Art Carney
But my Tetley triplizes, kids than Barney
Never need for stress there's bags of sess
A damn I rest, chess, yes
My thoughts be sneaky a crook from Brooklyn
you ain't lookin', I take the queen, with the rook then
I get vexed, layin' 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 thoughts to cut the mic's life support short
Brains get stained tablecloths when I let off
Powerful, poetry pushed past the of no return
Leavin' mics with burns
Let me at 'em, I cramp style like a spasm
Track em the mud then I bag em
screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my balls
And I be raw, for score plus seven more
I strike like a bowling ball, holding hostage
Like hail, electrifying the third
the smash on paragraphs of ruckus
Wu-Tang (Clan ain't nuttin ta wit)

Hot time, summer in the
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 industry got me
I don't a fuck tell that bitch and a nigga
I'm killin, snipin, catchin murder
Desert Storm-in, I be searchin for
As I run a with a racist
Pullin, swords, hit the Billboard a bullet
Peace to the seven
Everybody get the fo'-nine-three-eleven
(Mr. Sandman me a good dream)
I don't know going on
If you can us there...

Yo, me bang the headpiece there's no survival
My flow lights up the block like a
Murder, underground for the burger
P.L.O., criminal thoughts you heard of
I switch, the city never sleeps, life's a
I shit, runnin through bitches like Emmitt
Caution, niggaz to be careful crossin
The street, they end up layin in a coffin
Don't sleep, niggaz to forget, however
Peep this, my nigga lives forever

What evil lurks in the heart of
It be the shadow, street-life, again
I had a plot, scheme, I knew for
Only one kid would knock the off the door
The jerk tried to jet, Sabrina at his
Thirteen pounds on the plus a tec
Just when I said, "Where the the cream?"
jerk came out the kitchen with the M-16
He tried to it, blast these shots like, rockets
Crushed his collarbone, ripped his arm out the
My move for the 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 each other
And I'm out

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