Luyện nghe bài hát Dream / Southern Hospitality / Partna Dem

[Part 1:

I had a dream I ran Atlanta, and I was on every radio station. And 107.9 was 97.5 again. And they played me at Golden Glad on Friday. And played me real loud on the street, we drive up Memorial Drive, up Wesley Chapel. I reopen 112, and Jazzy T's. I'd bring back Turner Field. I fire at all the cops in Cobb county. Chick-Fil-A will be open on Sundays. I bring back LaFace Records, Freaknik. [?], Lou. I got J.R. Crickets some Spelman girls girls with big booties. I reopen SciTrek, strippers will get Mother's day off, and I'd have my own Gangsta Grillz mixtape

[Part 2: Hospitality]

Hey this is Steve from American Dad, and this is Royalty
MOUNTAIN

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I no snitch, cops I don't trust 'em
I no bitch, all I do is run 'em (x2)
I was stunin', keep that shit a hunnid
If it ain't about the then it's not up for discussion
If it ain't

DJ Drama]
After out the Georgia Dome 3 nights in a row, after selling 10 million copies of his newest album, Roscoe's Wetsuit, in one week. After successfully petitioning to recarve his own face into Stone Mountain, Stone Mountain. He's still givin' you niggas a free mixtape. Why Gambino, why young guy? Why so generous?

I ain't no snitch, cops I don't 'em
I no bitch, all I do is run 'em
Nigga I was stunin', that shit a hunnid
If it ain't the money then it's not up for discussion
If it ain't about progress, ain't about
Why nigga suspect?
You ain't sus yet
I'mma the game so hard like Tiff
Niggas takin' shots, I'm "nigga don't tempt me"
I seen what you make, them shows sold out
But you clubs and I'm doing like all out, things
Why the hell he rapping if all out
the movement, we all out kings
For real, on a mission
We are not friends, this is business
Girl this my dream, ain't no split
Watch me cut this bitch off, I'mma some scissors
Mama in the kitchen, hot sauce on chitlins
I was always spittin', just no one else was listening
Got your girl and now we
She to my vision
Now she see she was missin'
Now she act a little
Telling you she some distance
Yeah come on over, we can about it
Now nigga mad, yeah he thought about it
But he really want it
on her stomach
That's a coming, Jesus
Flow so genius, can't this
Puffin' on a swisha like a ho penis
They want me Remus
But I'm just on 'em

[Part 3: Dem]

This on some old Atlanta shit. But I like it cause, It's not about you know, but who you know. Know what I'm saying?

Royalty my dem
No one else partner dem
strapped with that arsenal
These niggas winnin', hard to tell
Move over, we about to take
Slide up in DMs, her nigga didn't even notice, I'm focused
I'm the man of the hour, me on power
me on hot, nigga I'm hot, nigga don't stop
Flow so put a cherry on top
so mad, he ain't even know why, probably all the autonomy
Fuck all your feelings, I'm proud of me, was so good it's psychology
God damn, I'm just who I am
that weird ass little kid to this ballin' ass grown man
Man this beat is going so HAM, been burr since Novem'
Chain been burr since Novem', means cold, I'm just sayin', we ain't playin'
If your man don't to lick it I volunteer as tribute
You niggas on Hunger Games, I eat them O's like onion rings
I kill them hoes so
I ain't gotta sugar coat it
See titties, wanna motorboat it
I'm Dopaliscious Spottie Ottie
Y'all know me, run the world
Turnin' up that little girl whose like
Ay-Ay-Ay-Turnup!
Tell them niggas tax season
Atlanta Georgia, that's Sweden
I'm such a martyr, die for the
I'm such a martyr I'm trains like whoo
Slow that shit, slow that
Let me it