Luyện nghe bài hát Dreams

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

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

Dreams of a rap rap dude
Im just playin but Im

2}
Put it in way Red Cafe
put the pussy on his
haha tickles
Uncle Murda bring the handcuffs
why is that,I gotta watch out get a rough neck
As for he might could beat
You know them fat niggas to eat
& when I a Nicki Minaj who could it be
Its them Yung Gunaz & 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 break off
Qinch his thirst when my pants off
Murda Mook & Miles gone have to
scoop whoever win & him to scadattle
Run up on Mims he give me backshots
is why, this is why, this why Im hot