Luyện nghe bài hát Wet Dream

Snorin like a motherfucker, on the couch
Slobbin on my and I'm droolin at the mouth
And now I'm dreams cause I'm in a deep sleep
But +I+ ain't +Dream About+ no named +Jeannie+
Shit was intense, it had me like crack
Sorta like a horror flick for motherfucker who dissed the black
was gettin done, we had em on the run
em all, one by one
Cause niggaz in the was finally gettin together
No more set trippin, with cappin each
to brother, hand in hand
Thirty thousand deep, ready for action and
All you was niggaz and knick-kickers
Bailin on mission, hesta coalition
through the vicinity, for enemies
And if we find any they gon' get like Reginald Denny
Oooh, the was cooler than a motherfucker
Never thought the day'd when I could wear the other color
Without hit up, sweated or shot on the scene
up, it had to be a dream
But anyway, to the - story
That I'm, - listen up when black folks are talkin
Niggaz was in the streets runnin
And tied to this car it was Officer Colin Powell
And bein bitch-made's was the first to go
Pete was on the side stripped out his clothes
to the back of a six-fo'
And it was draggin his ass up and down El
Uhh, now whassup nigga the shit that you was poppin
You bannin shit, motherfucker!
Then told Colonel to turn his ass over, and from the back
they placed both of they down on his shoulder
by a gang of niggaz he screamed loud
"I'm sorry for bombin Iraq!" but they fucked him doggystyle
And that's when my dream gettin good
My dick was and rising ready to break wood
Cause now we lookin for the
Thirty gang members on our way to Washington
And the National Guard couldn't with us
Cause in my dream we had guns up the helicopters
Bailed in the White House,
you-know-who in his motherfuckin sleep
You back with us to South Central that's what we told him
Before we him in the back of the low-low
Got to the hood, now it'ssssON!
Now it's time for him to pay the piper, for us wrong
Cause now the tables was and on the top we stood
Robbin motherfuckers for they
And even the old was down, fuck em up, hang em high
Is they screamed out the crowd
And when I heard a gunshot
And his body fell back and his brains SPLAT
Now here's where I finally up
in a puddle full of nut
Heard a loud siren then I ran to the
Hopin ain't nobody I know; they got the yellow tape up
Damn, they my homey in the street
Another victim of gang violence, created by the
And to think just a ago
Yo I was dreamin this bullshit ceased, we killed the real
But I it was just my, imagination
one day we can all live as one
Man fuck it, no matter how it all seemed yo
The was only a wet dream..
.. fuck is back on again