Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

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

[Mike talking]

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

Uhhn!
Like all y'all

Uhhn!
Like muthafuck all
Mr. Tyson flow, uppercut all y'all
Step into my ring bitches, ding bitches
Click pow pow ping 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 just meat
Fear God me ser-ious
Us Be YM try them and die when I say so
Weezy F. red go like Prego
It's all gravy build like Legos
Betta "Leggo My Ego!" some breakfast on the table
Yeah!
And I don't know how fake feel nigga cuz all my life I been a nigga
ya girlfriend, fuck ya hommie too
I drop bombs I'm in the booth in a suit
And I'm to shoot and I'm a marksmen too
And the target, Oops!
And everything gets better in time and is forever
And muthafucka my time and I'm better

[Mike talking]

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

Payton offense Singletary defense
Super-duper-extra-much-really-very-street
That is how I keeps it, rest in Pimp C
I do it how I do it cuz I my nigga see me
And I'ma hold it down bitch that crown fit
The boy got a flow that you can in
When you in the water watch sharks,
you in the water watch dat salt
Young no floss Style so Raw,or..

[Mike talking]

3]
Hahaha!
Fuckin' I'm a monster
Sharper than a blade like Sticky Fingers I'll ya
Mortal Kombat Fightin' like E. Honda
Murk ya and da dummies dat ya what's reallly
Fireman spit on ya contract
Fuck a pen I need a match fuck a bitch I a batch of bitches
niggas act like a bunch of bitches
Blood bitches leave you in a tub of
Bitches young niggas, Young Money, niggas, fuck pistols
We at yo' with scud missles Young Carter
Big nuts and hung farther than ya father's
Uhahaha!