Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Sandman

This is (Mr. bring me a good dream)
Serious, the
D-da, (Mr. Sandman bring me a dream) day-da
Danger, style

Lyrical from the glock
Bust bullet on the chops, I want the number one spot
the science, of a giant
New York defiant, brutal like domestic
Silence of the Lambs, occurred when I in
grab their chairs, to be mad as Ralph Cramden
Others come with shit, as silly as Art
But my Tetley triplizes, kids than Barney
Never for stress there's three bags of sess
A I rest, playing chess, yes
My thoughts be sneaky like a crook Brooklyn
When you ain't lookin', I the queen, with the rook then
I get vexed, layin' phat on Ampex
Morphous God, drunk, off a Triple X
time, I got more love than valentines
The mind, I blast with a silent nine

My hazardous thoughts to cut the mic's support short
Brains get stained like tablecloths I let off
Powerful, poetry past the point of no return
Leavin' mics with burns
Let me at 'em, I cramp your style like a
Track em the mud then I bag em
We're screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my
And I be raw, for four plus seven more
I strike like a bowling ball, holding y'all
Like hail, the third rail
Peep the smash on paragraphs of
(Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit)

Hot time, in the city
My represent, get busy
The heat-seeker, on a mission from kitchen
I in where I fits in for head-touchin, listen
Enemy, is the got me flippin
I give a fuck tell that bitch and a nigga
I'm killin, snipin, murder cases
Desert Storm-in, I be for oasis
As I run a mile a racist
Pullin, swords, hit the with a bullet
Peace to the number
else get the fo'-nine-three-eleven
(Mr. Sandman bring me a dream)
I don't know what's on
If you can us there...

Yo, watch me the headpiece there's no survival
My flow up the block like a homicidal
Murder, underground beef for the
P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never of
I switch, the city never sleeps, life's a
I shit, through bitches like Emmitt Smith
Caution, best to be careful crossin
The street, they end up layin in a coffin
Don't sleep, niggaz to forget, however
Peep this, my nigga lives forever

What lurks in the heart of men?
It be the shadow, street-life, again
I had a plot, scheme, I for sure
Only one kid would the hinges off the door
The tried to jet, Sabrina at his neck
pounds on the table plus a tec
Just I said, "Where the fuck's the cream?"
jerk came out the kitchen with the M-16
He tried to it, blast these shots like, rockets
Crushed his collarbone, ripped his arm out the
My for the table was swift, I got my hostage
(The nigga tried to stab you God!) but I it
said, "Carlton youse a ill motherfucker"
'Cause I made it look like they both killed each
And I'm out

(Mr. Sandman me a good dream)
(Mr. bring me a good dream)