Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Sandman

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

Lyrical shots from the
Bust holes on the chops, I want the number one spot
the science, of a giant
New York defiant, brutal like domestic
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, more kids than
Never need for stress three bags of sess
A damn I rest, chess, yes
My thoughts be sneaky like a crook Brooklyn
When you ain't lookin', I take the queen, with the then
I get vexed, layin' trax on Ampex
God, gettin' drunk, off a Triple X
Violent time, I got love than valentines
The mind, I blast with a silent nine

My hazardous thoughts to cut the life support short
Brains get stained like tablecloths I let off
Powerful, poetry pushed past the of no return
Leavin' mics with burns
Let me at 'em, I cramp your style like a
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 seven
I strike like a bowling ball, holding y'all
Like hail, electrifying the rail
the smash on paragraphs of ruckus
Wu-Tang (Clan nuttin ta fuck wit)

Hot time, summer in the
My represent, get busy
The heat-seeker, on a from hell's kitchen
I gets in I fits in for head-touchin, listen
Enemy, is the industry got me
I don't give a fuck tell that and a nigga
I'm killin, snipin, murder 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 number
Everybody get the fo'-nine-three-eleven
(Mr. Sandman bring me a dream)
I don't know what's on
If you can us there...

Yo, watch me bang the headpiece 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 sleeps, life's a bitch
I shit, runnin through bitches like Emmitt
Caution, best to be careful crossin
The street, before end up layin in a coffin
Don't sleep, niggaz to forget, however
Peep this, my Case lives forever

What evil in the heart of men?
It be the shadow, street-life, again
I had a plot, scheme, I for sure
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?"
Another jerk out the kitchen with the M-16
He tried to cock it, blast these like, rockets
his collarbone, ripped his arm out the socket
My move for the table was swift, I got my
(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 bring me a dream)
(Mr. Sandman bring me a dream)