Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Dreams

Murder, murder, nigga
Murder, murder, bitch

People say I them of Michael
Myers, rippin' niggas up pliers like I'm psycho
Smash 'em with the mask on, 'EM
Then hit the freeway gas and pass you niggas, my filled up with nitro
Ain't nobody fuckin' me when I was dead broke
A bum sleepin' on a park with nothin' to smoke
Askin' I ask can I just take a toke
And everyone of you would all try to get ghost

And now all the sudden niggas act like they my best friend
Roll blunts up for the shows and bottles of Hen'
You can find a nigga a bitch up in the back
And that's bullshit I ain't fuckin' with
Drunk a big pump, 'bout to sin
Hit a nigga the one-two like I'm Popeye off spinach
Always the one poppin' it out, stop till I'm finished
Humphrey Bogart, I go hard, these think they so hard
I reach up in soul and make 'em show me they limits

Walkin' like a scene from your nightmare, I'm right
a chainsaw, you look like you just saw a ghost
Everybody and they mama know, I will go
All up into your spot and be doin' the
Bloodstains when the slugs came, nigga, silverback shit
Really get my rocks off when the sawed off's just killin'
Black mamba venomous, like an orangutan
Bangin' all you niggas with silverback gorilla shit

Ugly as Chewbacca but I'm a doctor this wordplay
Annoying as them in malls askin' you for surveys (surveys)
Run up in you and hit you in the way
And I don't really give a if it's your motherfuckin' birthday
Never really a fuck though, I'm cutthroat, leanin'
People at me everyday for the new shit, they fiendin'
Quit daydreamin'
Twisted Insane ready to hit your muthafucking brain up, I am the Demon!

I am the Demon!