Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Dreams and Nightmares)

Ain't this what been waiting for? You ready?

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I used to for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like to shine like this
In a matter of time I spent on some locked up
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come
It was time to marry the and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed
Got a shorty, she bless me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga before them triggers squeeze
I'm cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm
They love me I was stuck and hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, it like I'm an artist
No crawling, went straight to walkin' with in my garage
Got bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, they me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it an album
I did with Mariah
nigga I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, nigga I'm fly-er
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was
Then I bought that new Ferrari, rest in peace
Hater in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it even fit in the parking spot
You ain't bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't a lot
I say a word, I don't say a word
Was on my grind and now I got I deserve fuck nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y'all I was finished?
I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like on his spinach
M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the type to a million cash then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my strapped on my toast
Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta it back home
Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get
Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no
All I know is murder, it comes to me
I got young that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' b's
I done did the DOAs I done did the
Every I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm down on Collins
They like, my back home that young nigga be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' Batman and we're Robin
2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga what up, real nigga up
If you ain't about that game then pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, get your pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour ain't good
Catch me in MIA, at that Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, bike on o'clock
And they be dueces on the same nigga they watch
And I'm the of my city cause I'm still calling them shots
And these lames talking that bullshit the niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy that lock
The nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hating on me, hoes on me
Still on that hood shit, my Rolls on E
They gon' remember me, I say me
So much money have ya friends turn enemies
And with beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga turn rich, love the game Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he touched that brick
I'm