Luyện nghe bài hát A Tale Of 2 Citiez Remix

The whole been in shambles!
Everybody
I'm changin' the channel!

Lamar
The people's
I'm animal for

damaging verses, meditating with candles lit
I like my extra prolific
Since freestyling on lunch and park benches
And I won't mention my ten thousand in training
While gang, bangin'
My was tremendous
And now we look at the competition as submission
They tappin' out before we even get a chance to 'em
this 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 never

I can see incapable

To be the God emcees, you know me
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the
Run for cover, my lineage prove
I'm rollin' deep in that paper two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed tighter than 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 to the face nowadays
I'm nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays
It's seven figures and retainer for the nowadays, I'm talking
Higher power, every other hour Eddie Bauer
stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead dying a thousand deaths, entire lion
Surround with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
is what they want, I'm the one
This is vintage from - somethin'
I'm the son of the that 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 inside the
I'm in the White House all out
Bumping College Dropout, Americans
more influential than rap music
I merge fusion with the trap music
I mix black soul with 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 jewelry now is than the new year
A locomotive couldn't me down in my cobra
Runnin' shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you 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
thinking it's for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my
Mr. studied the game before them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, support
To the grave I deport them, corporations 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, myself it's important
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 this fuckin' beat if Cole let me
Ib should've never the instrumental
Every time I start I get sentimental
This is just not fair
But why the fuck I care?
The story of your here
Two young was born and y'all gon' die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the
Billboard list 2Pac damn
But number 9 makes sure he on, yeah!
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a

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

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

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