Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

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

[Mike Tyson

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

Uhhn!
Like all y'all

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

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

[Mike Tyson

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

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

[Mike talking]

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