Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams

As i sit back relax jokes for a mintue
I about the up & comers that could probably get

1}
I might go to jail for with Hell Rell
If he get Ill & Pull On My
I heard Mano life is like a
set up the cameras him in the jacuzzi
Freaky Zeke should be easy
He came home I know he wanna bone
But what J.R Writer, Im'a Skill Him
& when I ra ra Ride Him Im'a him
The Pap he might could fuck me
But I aint tryna Be drip Drippin a Gino
stacks to bring the black card up
But if I him would he would he yell squad up!
Tell Boy to send me a pink toy
Throw d's on it & im might breathe on it
& when Im Philly I gotta Gilly
Snacth his big max & slap a silly

Dreams of fuckin a rap rap
Im playin but Im sayin

2}
Put it in half way Red
put the pussy on his
that tickles
Uncle Murda could the handcuffs
why is that,I gotta watch out gotta get a neck
As for he might could beat
You know them fat love to eat
& when I want a Nicki Minaj who it be
Its them Gunaz Chris & Lil Neefe
what about Fendi he made you pop
Tell him to kick or give me some top
Im on my way to jers to Ransom off
Qinch his when my pants come off
Murda & Miles gone have to battle
scoop win & tell him to scadattle
Run up on Mims he give me backshots
this is why, this is why, why Im hot