Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

1]
Uhhn!
Like muthafuck all
Mr. Mike Tyson flow, all y'all
into my ring bitches, ding ding bitches
Click pow pow

[Mike Tyson

Uhhn!
muthafuck all y'all
Mr. Tyson flow, uppercut all

Uhhn!
muthafuck all y'all

Uhhn!
Like all y'all
Mr. Mike Tyson flow, all y'all
into my ring bitches, ding ding bitches
Click clack pow pow ping bitches

I'm the Dream machine I mean king
I can see through yo' scene clear screens, hear me?
To a lion you are deer meat
God fear me ser-ious
Us Be YM them try them and die I say so
F. hardful red go like Prego
It's all gravy build like Legos
Betta "Leggo My Ego!" with breakfast on the table
Yeah!
And I know how fake feel nigga cuz all my life I been a real nigga
Fuck ya girlfriend, fuck ya too
I drop bombs I'm in the booth in a army
And I'm armed to shoot and I'm a too
And the target, Oops!
And everything gets better in time and is forever
And muthafucka it's my and I'm better

[Mike Tyson

2]
Hoe I go so
I'm so my I.D. is a postcard
I travel B-ball with no calls
I my roll and listen out for the roll ball
This is a movie and movie must go off
But this gangsta doesn't die O-Dogg
Say up Blood!
What da Read!?
Five general in a six speed
Still hood like cheese bitch please
Him quicker than the wind breeze
that a trim trees
Simply shoot till empty
Inf. Beam turn dat cheese to swiss cheese
me! Folla me!
Fuck and see a whole notha side of me
I yo' body with them hollow tips biologiest
Photographies, me in yo' bedroom with a mask on
Pistol to yo' while you puttin' yo' pants on (Hurry up nigga)

Payton Manning offense defense
shit
That is how I it, rest in piece Pimp C
I do it how I do it cuz I know my see me
And I'ma hold it down bitch yeah crown fit
The boy got a that you can drown in
you in the water watch them sharks,
when you in the water watch dat
Young no floss Style so Raw,or..

[Mike Tyson

3]
Hahaha!
Fuckin' right I'm a
Sharper a blade like Sticky Fingers I'll sign ya
Mortal Kombat Street like E. Honda
Murk ya and da dat signed ya what's reallly
Fireman spit gasoline on ya
Fuck a pen I need a match fuck a bitch I need a of bitches
Y'all niggas act a bunch of bitches
Blood bitches you in a tub of blood
Bitches young niggas, Money, young niggas, fuck pistols
We at yo' window with scud missles Young
Big and they hung farther than ya father's
Uhahaha!