Luyện nghe bài hát A Tale Of 2 Citiez Remix

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

Lamar
The people's
I'm animal for

Career damaging verses, meditating candles lit
I like my extra prolific
Since on lunch tables and park benches
And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in
juggling gang, bangin'
My balancing was
And now we at the competition as quick submission
They tappin' out before we even get a to miss 'em
What about, is it money or skill!?
it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real
You see my oath is unbreakable, my style 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 prove
I'm rollin' deep in paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed than virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and you're flying turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it nowadays
It's like an 8-ball to the face
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the nowadays
It's seven figures and retainer for the nowadays, I'm talking
power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer
Since stash boxes and showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward dying a deaths, entire lion
Surround itself with bears, it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is they want, I'm the one
This is vintage from 1980 -
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 West for president
He probably let me get some head the residence
I'm in the White House all out
College Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing influential than rap music
I merge fusion with the trap music
I mix black soul some rock and roll
They box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes
Oh yea, go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare
My now is wilder than the new year
A locomotive couldn't track me in my cobra
Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I demolish
A bitch in front ya, chico, what have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, to California
It get annoying, niggas deploy him
And wanna adore him, but industry shitting for him
Probably thinking it's for him, one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the in, never leasing my foreign
Mr. Valedictorian studied the game them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, them
To the I deport them, corporations extort them
I'm off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'
My radius gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the
You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's
Lace myself the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, all of my garments
Jimi performing, this fucking studio haunted
I tell a don't sweat me
I kill whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me
Ib never sent the instrumental
Every time I start I get sentimental
This shit is not fair
But why the fuck should I
The story of your life
Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die
Oh Lord, gotta be the
Billboard list need 2Pac
But number 9 sure he lives on, yeah!
Hoochie, coochie, in a trance

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

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

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