Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Sandman

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

shots from the glock
Bust bullet on the chops, I want the number one spot
With the science, of a
New defiant, brutal like domestic violence
Silence of the Lambs, occurred when I in
grab their chairs, to be mad as Ralph Cramden
Others come with shit, as as Art Carney
But my Tetley triplizes, more kids than
Never need for stress there's three bags of
A damn I rest, chess, yes
My thoughts be sneaky like a crook Brooklyn
When you lookin', I take the queen, with the rook then
I get vexed, layin' phat trax on
Morphous God, gettin' drunk, off a X
time, I got more love than valentines
The violent mind, I blast with a nine

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

Hot time, in the city
My people represent, get
The heat-seeker, on a mission from hell's
I in where I fits in for head-touchin, listen
Enemy, is the industry got me
I don't a fuck tell that bitch and a nigga
I'm killin, snipin, catchin murder
Desert Storm-in, I be for oasis
As I run a mile with a
Pullin, swords, hit the Billboard with a
Peace to the seven
Everybody get the fo'-nine-three-eleven
(Mr. Sandman me a good dream)
I don't know going on
If you can us there...

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

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

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