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 Wesley Chapel. I 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
MOUNTAIN

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I ain't no snitch, 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 money then it's not up for
If it ain't

[Break: DJ
selling 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 trust 'em
I no bitch, all I do is run 'em
Nigga I was stunin', that 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
Niggas takin' shots, I'm like "nigga tempt me"
I seen what you make, them shows sold out
But you doing clubs and I'm doing 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 this my dream, ain't no decisions
Watch me cut this off, I'mma need some scissors
Mama in the kitchen, hot sauce on chitlins
I was always spittin', just that no one was listening
Got your girl and now we
She attracted to my
Now she see what she was
Now she act a little
Telling you she need some
Yeah come on over, we can talk it
Now this mad, yeah he thought about it
But he don't want it
Semen on her
That's a coming, Jesus
Flow so genius, can't this
Puffin' on a swisha like a ho penis
They me Uncle Remus
But I'm flexin' on 'em

[Part 3: Dem]

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

Royalty my dem
No one else partner dem
strapped with that arsenal
These winnin', it's hard to tell
Move over, we to take over
Slide up in them DMs, her nigga didn't even notice, I'm
I'm the man of the hour, me on power
Play me on hot, nigga I'm hot, nigga don't
Flow so cold put a on top
Haters so mad, he ain't even 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
From weird ass little kid to this ballin' ass grown man
Man beat 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 man don't want to lick it I volunteer as tribute
You niggas on them Hunger Games, I eat O's like onion rings
I kill them hoes so
I ain't even sugar coat it
See them titties, wanna it
I'm Dopaliscious like Ottie
Y'all don't me, run the world
Turnin' up like little girl whose like
Ay-Ay-Ay-Turnup!
Tell them it's tax season
Atlanta Georgia, black Sweden
I'm such a martyr, die for the
I'm such a martyr I'm runnin' like whoo
Slow that shit, that shit
Let me it