Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

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

[Mike talking]

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

Uhhn!
Like all y'all

Uhhn!
Like muthafuck all
Mr. Tyson flow, uppercut all y'all
Step into my ring bitches, ding bitches
clack pow pow ping ping bitches

I'm the Dream machine I mean vision
I can see through yo' scene like screens, hear me?
To a you are just deer meat
Fear God fear me
Us Be YM them try and die when I say so
Weezy F. hardful red go like
It's all gravy tryna like Legos
"Leggo My Ego!" with some breakfast on the table
Yeah!
And I don't know how feel nigga cuz all my life I been a real nigga
Fuck ya girlfriend, ya hommie too
I bombs I'm in the booth in a army suit
And I'm to shoot and I'm a marksmen too
And the target, Oops!
And everything better in time and time is forever
And muthafucka it's my and I'm better

[Mike Tyson

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

Payton Manning Singletary defense
Super-duper-extra-much-really-very-street
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 flow you can drown in
When you in the watch them sharks,
when you in the water watch dat
Young no floss Style so Raw,or..

[Mike Tyson

3]
Hahaha!
Fuckin' I'm a monster
than a blade like Sticky Fingers I'll sign ya
Mortal Kombat Street 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
Y'all act like a bunch of bitches
Blood bitches leave you in a tub of
young niggas, Young Money, young niggas, fuck pistols
We at yo' with scud missles Young Carter
Big nuts and they farther than ya father's
Uhahaha!