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 animal for

Career damaging verses, meditating with lit
I like my extra prolific
Since freestyling on lunch and park benches
And I won't mention my ten thousand in training
While juggling gang,
My was tremendous
And now we look at the as quick submission
They tappin' out before we even get a chance to 'em
What this about, is it or skill!?
it's 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 incapable

To be the God emcees, you know me
Ridiculous, venomous, in my heart, the sinister
Run for cover, my prove itself
I'm deep in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed than virgin lips
We had to the game up and you're flying through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it nowadays
It's like an to the face nowadays
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist
seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking
Higher power, other hour since Eddie Bauer
Since stash boxes and lead showers, the padlock
And the dead coward dying a deaths, entire lion
itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is they want, I'm the one
This is vintage from - somethin'
I'm the son of the that got you niggas on
Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Trump
I'm yelling Mr Kanye West for
He probably let me get some head inside the
I'm in the White goin' all out
College Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more influential than rap
I merge fusion with the trap music
I mix black with some rock 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 jewelry now is than the new year
A couldn't track me down in my cobra
Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you 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
Probably it's for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my
Mr. Valedictorian studied the game before
Listen to you boredom, baby rappers, support them
To the grave I deport them, corporations them
I'm snapping off my endorphins, I mighty morphin'
My radius gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman
mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning
You're against the tortoise, pace myself it's important
myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, all of my garments
Jimi Kendrix performing, fucking studio haunted
I tell a bitch sweat me
I this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me
Ib should've never sent the
Every time I start I get sentimental
This shit is just not
But why the should I care?
The story of your life
Two young stars was born and gon' die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the
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, this TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, ratings
And casualties all around me, don't me do demonstrations

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

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