Luyện nghe bài hát A Tale Of 2 Citiez Remix

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

Kendrick
The champion
I'm animal for

Career damaging verses, meditating candles lit
I my raps 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 competition as quick
tappin' out before we even get a chance 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 never

I can see incapable

To be the God emcees, you me well
Ridiculous, venomous, in my heart, the sinister
Run for cover, my prove itself
I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two
Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin
We had to shake the up and you're flying through 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 waist
It's seven and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking
Higher power, other hour since Eddie Bauer
Since stash and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the coward dying a thousand 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 - somethin'
I'm the son of the pioneer that got you 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 House all out
Bumping Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more influential rap music
I merge jazz fusion with the music
I mix black soul with some and roll
They 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 now is wilder than the new year
A locomotive couldn't track me in my cobra
Runnin' shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to
It get annoying, wanna deploy him
And wanna adore him, but industry shitting for him
Probably it's for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my
Mr. Valedictorian the game before them
to you with boredom, baby rappers, support them
To the grave I deport them, corporations them
I'm snapping off my endorphins, I mighty morphin'
My radius rather gorgeous, hundred to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they me back in the morning
You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's
Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my
Jimi Kendrix performing, fucking studio haunted
I tell a bitch sweat me
I kill this whole beat if Cole let me
Ib should've never sent the
Every time I start I get sentimental
This is just not fair
But why the fuck should I
The of your life here
Two young stars was born and gon' die here
Oh Lord, be the yams
Billboard need 2Pac damn
But number 9 makes sure he on, yeah!
Hoochie, coochie, in a trance

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

Murder my allegations and burning my finger
Adjourning my power patience and royalty payments
I'm y'all not relating, this party is reservated
I kill this muthafucking beat 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, Kunta the fuckin' greatest

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