Luyện nghe bài hát Field of Dreams

so i i gotta...

yo, eyo,
i spit like an m16, i let all know they can have it,
that flash of magic, an imagination to match it,
so catch it, classic, but it will not be contained,
in an man made, cuz it runs through my veins,
it pumps through my brain, through my name, will change,
don't me huff and puff and turn this fucker to flames,
but enough of the games, my shadow is a wave,
my idle, there's a brighter way, for it night & day,
I've fires inspired to keep my hands warm,
I've through hurricanes,
through sandstorms,
I've cliffs, you can see what I'm dreaming,
even walked on water, just to be this evening,
so, here we go again, I gotta prove I'm no to you,
in a hat, rappers is clueless how i kick it,
this is blood, & tears.
flesh & bone a way,
a brotherhood of hope, with a at heavens gate.

Shoot me down, my head,
my field of dreams instead,
cuz no way, you will march on top of me,
not how this is to be be,

my feet, raise my head,
love & sweat & I've bled,
create the path I see

i guess i gotta...**

Walk my way

Yeah, it out, yo.

he's still kickin' it so beautifully,
bet re-writing the odds,
cuz he knows not the dog in the fight,
but the in the dog,
and the kid couldn't for shit,
but could draw a photograph,
fuck a hit, he rather his rhyme on the wall of a class,
caught a flow & wrote the flavour that archaeologists artists appropriator,
rider, flaming chopper, caressing the night,
chasing the glimpse of a fading the red sun horizon,
he lights up the skies (lights up the skies)
while running through circus,
the heart full of good vibes (heart full of good vibes),
that's pumping his circuits,
wire, high flyer,
spit fire his lungs,
a war mustang, through an empire of the sun,
catch him in his rhythm,
& gliding in his vision,
manifest momentous to remind him of his mission,
he just rolls a bowler,
a forward composure,
with butterfly net full of dreams hangin' his shoulder he says.

me down, raise my head,
walk my field of instead,
cuz theres no way, you march on top of me,
not how this is to be be,

Lift my feet, my head,
& sweat & tears i've bled,
create the I see ahead

**so i i gotta...**

Walk my way

Shoot me down, my head,
my field of dreams instead,
cuz no way, you will march on top of me,
not how this is to be be,

Lift my feet, my head,
love & sweat & I've bled,
create the I see ahead

i guess i gotta...**

Walk my way