Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams

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

1}
I might go to jail for fuckin with Hell
If he get Ill & Pull On My
I heard life is like a movie
set up the cameras fuck him in the
Zeke that should be easy
He just home I know he wanna bone
But what about J.R Writer, Im'a Him
& when I ra ra Ride Him grill him
The Pap he might could fuck me
But I tryna Be drip Drippin a Gino green
Tell stacks to bring the card up
But if I fuck him he would he yell squad up!
Tell Rich Boy to send me a toy
Throw some d's on it & im breathe on it
& when Im I gotta Fuck Gilly
his big max & slap a bitch silly

Dreams of fuckin a rap rap
Im playin but Im sayin

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