Luyện nghe bài hát A Tale Of 2 Citiez Remix

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

Lamar
The champion
I'm animal for

Career damaging verses, meditating with lit
I like my extra prolific
freestyling on lunch tables and park benches
And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in
juggling gang, bangin'
My was tremendous
And now we at the competition as quick submission
They tappin' out before we get a chance to miss 'em
What about, is it money or skill!?
Maybe both and I got large amounts of it, it's real
You see my is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable

I can see incapable

To be the God emcees, you know me
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the
Run for cover, my lineage prove
I'm deep in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed than virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and flying through turbulence
is high 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 nowadays
It's seven figures and retainer for the nowadays, I'm talking
Higher power, every other hour Eddie Bauer
Since boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, lion
itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is what want, I'm the one
This is from 1980 - somethin'
I'm the son of the that got you niggas on
Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald
I'm yelling Mr Kanye West for
He probably let me get some inside the residence
I'm in the White goin' all out
Bumping Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing influential than rap music
I merge fusion with the trap music
I mix black soul with some and roll
They never box me in, I'm David all you hoes
Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so
My jewelry now is wilder than the new
A locomotive couldn't track me in my cobra
Runnin' this shit four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in ya, chico, what have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, to California
It get annoying, niggas wanna him
And bitches wanna adore him, but industry for him
Probably thinking for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and the door in, never leasing my foreign
Mr. studied the game before them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, support
To the grave I deport them, corporations them
I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty
My radius rather gorgeous, bill to the doorman
mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning
You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself important
Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my
Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio
I tell a bitch don't me
I kill this fuckin' beat if Cole let me
Ib never sent the instrumental
Every I start writing I get sentimental
shit is just not fair
But why the fuck should I
The story of your here
Two young stars was and y'all gon' die here
Oh Lord, be the yams
Billboard need 2Pac damn
But 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah!
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a

Every day a celebration, but even the peaking me
Is not validation, this TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better
And casualties all around me, don't make me do

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

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