Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

1]
Uhhn!
Like muthafuck all
Mr. Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all
Step my ring bitches, ding ding bitches
Click pow pow

[Mike talking]

Uhhn!
Like muthafuck all
Mr. Mike Tyson flow, all

Uhhn!
muthafuck all y'all

Uhhn!
Like all y'all
Mr. Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all
Step into my ring bitches, ding ding
Click clack pow pow ping ping

I'm the Dream machine I mean vision
I can see through yo' scene clear screens, hear me?
To a lion you are deer meat
Fear God me ser-ious
Us Be YM them try and die when I say so
Weezy F. hardful red go like
It's all gravy tryna build like
"Leggo My Ego!" with some breakfast on the table
Yeah!
And I don't know how fake feel cuz all my life I been a real nigga
Fuck ya girlfriend, fuck ya too
I drop bombs I'm in the booth in a suit
And I'm armed to shoot and I'm a too
And the target, Oops!
And everything gets better in and time is forever
And muthafucka it's my and I'm better

[Mike talking]

2]
Hoe I go so
I'm so gone my I.D. is a
I travel B-ball with no calls
I play my roll and out for the roll ball
This is a movie and movie must go off
But this gangsta doesn't die O-Dogg
Say up Blood!
da lick Read!?
Five general in a six speed
hood like thick cheese bitch please
Him squeeze quicker than the wind
Bullets a trim trees
Simply shoot till empty
Inf. Beam dat thick cheese to swiss cheese
me! Folla me!
Fuck and see a whole notha side of me
I separate yo' body with them tips biologiest
Photographies, picture me in yo' bedroom with a on
to yo' head while you puttin' yo' pants on (Hurry up nigga)

Payton Manning offense Singletary
shit
That is how I it, rest in piece Pimp C
I do it how I do it cuz I know my see me
And I'ma hold it down bitch that crown fit
The boy got a that you can drown in
When you in the water them sharks,
when you in the water watch dat
Young Carter no Style so Raw,or..

[Mike talking]

3]
Hahaha!
Fuckin' I'm a monster
Sharper than a blade like Sticky I'll sign ya
Mortal Street Fightin' like E. Honda
Murk ya and da dummies dat signed ya what's
Fireman spit gasoline on ya
Fuck a pen I need a match fuck a bitch I need a batch of
Y'all niggas act a bunch of bitches
bitches leave you in a tub of blood
Bitches niggas, Young Money, young niggas, fuck pistols
We at yo' with scud missles Young Carter
Big and they hung farther than ya father's
Uhahaha!