Luyện nghe bài hát Wet Dream

Snorin a motherfucker, stretched on the couch
Slobbin on my pillow and I'm droolin at the
And now I'm dreams cause I'm in a deep sleep
But +I+ ain't +Dream no motherfucker 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 hood was finally together
No more set trippin, with cappin other
to brother, hand in hand
Thirty thousand motherfuckers deep, for action and
All you seen was niggaz and
Bailin on this mission, hesta
Checkin the vicinity, for enemies
And if we find any gon' get treated like Reginald Denny
Oooh, the shit was than a motherfucker
Never thought the day'd when I could wear the other color
Without gettin hit up, or shot on the scene
Sparked up, it had to be a
But anyway, to the - story
That I'm, tossin - listen up black folks are talkin
was in the streets runnin wild
And to this car it was Officer Colonel Colin Powell
And bein that bitch-made's was the to go
Pete Wilson was on the side stripped out his
Tied to the back of a
And it was draggin his ass up and El Segundo
Uhh, now whassup with the shit that you was poppin
You bannin shit, motherfucker!
Then Colonel Powell to turn his ass over, and from the back
they placed both of they hands down on his
Surrounded by a gang of he screamed loud
"I'm sorry for bombin Iraq!" but they still him doggystyle
And when my dream started gettin good
My dick was rising and rising ready to wood
Cause now we lookin for the
Thirty gang members on our way to Washington
And the National Guard fuck with us
Cause in my dream we had guns blowin up the
in the White House, deep
Caught you-know-who in his motherfuckin
You comin back 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 for him to pay the piper, for doin us wrong
now the tables was turned and on the top we stood
Robbin for they manhood
And the old folks was down, fuck em up, hang em high
Is what they out the crowd
And that's when I heard a
And his body fell and his brains went SPLAT
Now here's I finally woke up
in a puddle full of nut
Heard a siren then I ran to the front
Hopin ain't nobody I they got the fuckin yellow tape up
Damn, they my homey in the street
Another of gang violence, created by the beast
And to think a minute ago
Yo I was dreamin this ceased, we killed the real devil
But I guess it was my, imagination
That one day we can all as one
Man fuck it, no matter how real it all yo
The shit was a wet dream..
.. fuck this is on again