Luyện nghe bài hát A Tale Of 2 Citiez Remix

The whole industry in shambles!
fugazi
I'm just the channel!

Kendrick
The people's
I'm for analysts

Career damaging verses, with candles lit
I like my raps extra
Since freestyling on tables and park benches
And I won't my ten thousand hours in training
juggling gang, bangin'
My balancing was
And now we look at the competition as quick
They tappin' out before we even get a to miss 'em
What about, is it money or skill!?
Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, real
You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is mistakable

I can see y'all

To be the God emcees, you know me
Ridiculous, venomous, in my heart, the sinister
Run for cover, my lineage prove
I'm rollin' deep in paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed tighter virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and you're through turbulence
Everything is stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays
It's like an to the face nowadays
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist
seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking
Higher power, other hour since Eddie Bauer
Since stash boxes and lead showers, the padlock
And the dead coward a thousand deaths, entire lion
itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
is what they want, I'm the one
This is vintage from - somethin'
I'm the son of the pioneer got you niggas on
with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump
I'm yelling Mr Kanye West for
He probably let me get some head the residence
I'm in the White goin' all out
College Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more than rap music
I merge jazz fusion the trap music
I mix black soul some rock and roll
They never box me in, I'm David all you hoes
Oh yea, go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare
My now is wilder than the new year
A couldn't track me down in my cobra
this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done
D-Bo, all of it one year, to California
It get annoying, niggas deploy him
And bitches adore him, but industry shitting for him
Probably it's for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never my foreign
Mr. Valedictorian the game before them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, them
To the grave I deport them, corporations extort
I'm off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'
My rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me in the morning
You're racing against the tortoise, myself it's important
Lace myself with the my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, all of my garments
Jimi Kendrix performing, this studio haunted
I tell a bitch don't me
I kill this whole fuckin' beat if let me
Ib should've never sent the
Every time I start I get sentimental
This shit is not fair
But why the fuck I care?
The story of your here
Two young stars was born and gon' die here
Oh Lord, be the yams
Billboard list 2Pac damn
But number 9 makes sure he on, yeah!
Hoochie, coochie, in a trance

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, don't make me do

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

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