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 they played me real loud on the street, we drive up Memorial Drive, up 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 Smith from American Dad, and is Royalty
STONE

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

[Break: DJ
After selling out the Georgia 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', keep shit a hunnid
If it ain't about the money it's not up for discussion
If it ain't about progress, ain't about
Why this nigga
You ain't sus yet
I'mma fuck the game so hard like
takin' shots, I'm like "nigga don't tempt me"
I seen what you make, yeah shows sold out
But you doing and I'm doing like all out, things
Why the he rapping if all out sync
the movement, we all out kings
For real, on a mission
We are not friends, this is business
Girl my dream, ain't no split decisions
Watch me cut this bitch off, I'mma need scissors
Mama in the kitchen, hot sauce on chitlins
I was always spittin', just no one else was listening
Got girl and now we kissin'
She to my vision
Now she see she was missin'
Now she act a little
you she need some distance
Yeah come on over, we can about it
Now this mad, yeah he thought about it
But he really want it
on her stomach
That's a coming, Jesus
Flow so genius, can't low-key
Puffin' on a like a ho smoke penis
want me Uncle 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 might dem
Stay with that arsenal
These winnin', it's hard to tell
Move over, we about to take
Slide up in them DMs, her didn't even notice, I'm focused
I'm the man of the hour, me on power
Play me on hot, nigga I'm hot, nigga don't
so cold put a cherry on top
Haters so mad, he ain't know why, probably all the autonomy
Fuck all your feelings, I'm proud of me, head was so it's psychology
God damn, I'm just who I am
From that weird ass little kid to ballin' ass grown man
Man this is going so HAM, flow been burr since Novem'
Chain been burr since Novem', that means cold, I'm just sayin', we ain't
If your man don't want to lick it I as tribute
You niggas on them Games, I eat them O's like onion rings
I them hoes so constantly
I ain't even sugar coat it
See titties, wanna motorboat it
I'm Dopaliscious Spottie Ottie
Y'all don't know me, run the
Turnin' up like that little whose like
Ay-Ay-Ay-Turnup!
Tell niggas it's tax season
Atlanta Georgia, that's Sweden
I'm a martyr, die for the game
I'm such a martyr I'm runnin' trains like
Slow that shit, that shit
Let me it