Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams and Nightmares

Ain't this what they've been waiting
You

I used to pray for times this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to like this
In a matter of I spent on some locked up shit
In the of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come
It was to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she tryna bless me I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, nigga but I'm lionhearted
They me when I was stuck and hated when I was departed
I go and get it regardless, it like I'm an artist
No crawling, went straight to with foreign cars in my garage
Got foreign menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an
I did with Mariah
Lil' nigga I'm on
Icy as a hockey rink, nigga I'm fly-er
I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the spot
You ain't talkin' my niggas then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't a lot
I don't say a word, I say a word
Was on my and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga
Hold up a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
When I bought Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach
M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the type to count a cash then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city my hands strapped around my toes
'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it home
'Cause my momma need that bill money and my son some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck get killed
You around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
'Cause these Philly I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke
All I know is murder, it comes to me
I got young niggas that's I got niggas throwin' B's
I did the DOAs I done did the KODs
Every time I'm in bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm riding on Collins
They like, my nigga back that young nigga be wildin'
We niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and we're Robin
This 2-door Maybach, with my all reclinin'
I'm that real what up, real nigga what up
If you ain't that murder game then pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get pussy ass stuck up
you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing deuces on the same nigga watch
And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still calling them
And these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that
I'm the same nigga Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas on me, hoes waiting on me
on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They remember me, I say remember me
So much money have ya friends turn into
And with these I turn my enemies to memories
With bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga turn rich, love the game like
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my
It was 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first touched brick
I'm