Luyện nghe bài hát A Tale Of 2 Citiez Remix

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

Lamar
The people's
I'm for analysts

damaging verses, meditating with candles 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 look at the as quick submission
They tappin' out we even 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 oath is very unbreakable, my style is mistakable

I can see y'all

To be the God emcees, you know me
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the
Run for cover, my prove itself
I'm deep in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed tighter virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and you're flying turbulence
Everything is stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays
It's an 8-ball to the face nowadays
I'm nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays
seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking
Higher power, every other hour since Bauer
Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the
And the dead dying a thousand deaths, entire lion
Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you a profit, ah!
This is what want, I'm the one
This is from 1980 - somethin'
I'm the son of the pioneer got you niggas on
Play with him, bitch you off voting for Donald Trump
I'm Mr Kanye West for president
He probably let me get some inside the residence
I'm in the White goin' all out
Bumping College Dropout, God-bless
Nothing influential than rap music
I merge jazz fusion with the trap
I mix black with some rock and roll
never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes
Oh yea, go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare
My jewelry now is than the new year
A locomotive track me down in my cobra
this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to
It get annoying, wanna deploy him
And bitches adore him, but industry shitting for him
Probably thinking for him, only one me
the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign
Mr. Valedictorian studied the before them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, them
To the grave I deport them, extort them
I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien morphin'
My rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, call me back in the morning
You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's
myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my
Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking haunted
I a bitch don't sweat me
I kill this whole fuckin' if Cole let me
Ib should've never the instrumental
time I start writing I get sentimental
This shit is not fair
But why the should I care?
The story of your life
Two young was born and y'all gon' die here
Oh Lord, be the yams
Billboard list 2Pac damn
But number 9 sure he lives on, yeah!
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a

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

Murder my and burning my finger traces
Adjourning my power patience and royalty payments
I'm sorry y'all not relating, this is reservated
I kill 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 with ya)