Luyện nghe bài hát A Tale Of 2 Citiez Remix

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

Lamar
The people's
I'm animal for

damaging verses, meditating with candles lit
I my raps extra prolific
Since freestyling on lunch tables and benches
And I mention my ten thousand hours in training
juggling gang, bangin'
My was tremendous
And now we look at the competition as quick
They tappin' out before we get a chance to miss 'em
this about, is it money or skill!?
Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, 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, in my heart, the sinister
Run for cover, my prove itself
I'm deep in that paper like two Adeles
scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips
We had to the game up and you're flying through turbulence
Everything is stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays
like an 8-ball 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 Eddie Bauer
Since stash boxes and showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward dying a 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 got you niggas on
Play with him, bitch you better off for Donald Trump
I'm yelling Mr West for president
He probably let me get head inside the residence
I'm in the White House all out
College Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more influential than rap
I merge fusion with the trap music
I mix soul with some rock and roll
never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing 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 track me down in my cobra
Runnin' shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might 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 wanna him
And wanna adore him, but industry shitting for him
thinking it's for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never my foreign
Mr. Valedictorian studied the game before
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, support
To the I deport them, corporations extort them
I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty
My rather 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 important
myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, all of my garments
Jimi Kendrix performing, this studio haunted
I a bitch don't sweat me
I kill this whole fuckin' beat if let me
Ib should've never sent the
Every I start writing I get sentimental
This shit is not fair
But why the should I care?
The story of your life
Two young stars was born and y'all die here
Oh Lord, be the yams
Billboard list 2Pac 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, this TDE
And my be salivating, salaries, better ratings
And casualties all around me, don't make me do

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

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