Luyện nghe bài hát A Tale Of 2 Citiez Remix

The whole been in shambles!
fugazi
I'm changin' the channel!

Kendrick
The people's
I'm for analysts

damaging verses, meditating with candles lit
I like my raps extra
Since freestyling on lunch and park benches
And I won't mention my ten hours in training
While juggling gang,
My balancing was
And now we at the competition as quick submission
They tappin' out before we get a chance to miss 'em
this about, is it money or skill!?
Maybe it's and I got large amounts of it, it's real
You see my oath is very unbreakable, my is never mistakable

I can see y'all

To be the God emcees, you me well
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the
Run for cover, my lineage itself
I'm rollin' deep in paper like two Adeles
scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and you're flying turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played
It's like an to the face nowadays
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist
It's seven figures and for the case nowadays, I'm talking
Higher power, every other hour since Eddie
Since stash and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward a thousand deaths, entire lion
itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is what want, I'm the one
This is vintage from 1980 -
I'm the son of the pioneer that got you on
Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald
I'm yelling Mr West for president
He let me get some head inside the residence
I'm in the House goin' all out
College Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing influential than rap music
I merge fusion with the trap music
I mix black soul with some rock and
They never box me in, I'm Blaine-ing all you hoes
Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so
My now is wilder than the new year
A locomotive track me down in my cobra
Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to
It get annoying, niggas wanna him
And bitches adore him, but industry shitting for him
Probably thinking for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never my foreign
Mr. Valedictorian studied the game them
Listen to you boredom, baby rappers, support them
To the grave I deport them, corporations extort
I'm off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'
My radius rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the
Hundred mil in my fortune, they me back in the morning
You're racing the tortoise, pace myself it's important
Lace myself with the my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my
Jimi performing, this fucking studio haunted
I tell a don't sweat me
I this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me
Ib should've never the instrumental
Every time I start I get sentimental
This is just not fair
But why the fuck I care?
The story of life here
Two young stars was and y'all gon' die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the
Billboard list need damn
But number 9 makes sure he on, yeah!
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a

Every day a celebration, but even the peaking me
Is not validation, nigga TDE
And my be salivating, salaries, better ratings
And casualties all around me, make me do demonstrations

Murder my and burning my finger traces
Adjourning my power patience and earning payments
I'm sorry not relating, this party is reservated
I this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it
My Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it
I lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with
The had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest

my leather...
(Nah I'm just fuckin' ya)