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 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 with big booties. I reopen SciTrek, strippers will get Mother's day off, and I'd have my own Gangsta Grillz mixtape

[Part 2: Southern

Hey is Steve Smith from American Dad, and this is Royalty
STONE

1]
I ain't no snitch, I don't trust 'em
I no bitch, all I do is run 'em (x2)
Nigga I was stunin', keep shit a hunnid
If it ain't about the then it's not up for discussion
If it ain't

DJ Drama]
After selling out the 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 about the money then not up for discussion
If it ain't about progress, ain't success
Why this nigga
You ain't sus yet
I'mma fuck the game so hard like
Niggas shots, I'm like "nigga don't tempt me"
I seen what you make, yeah shows sold out
But you doing clubs and I'm doing all out, things
Why the hell he if all out sync
Royalty the movement, we all out
For real, on a mission
We are not friends, nigga this is
Girl this my dream, no split decisions
Watch me cut this off, I'mma need some scissors
Mama in the kitchen, hot sauce on them
I was always spittin', that no one else was listening
Got your and now we kissin'
She attracted to my
Now she see she was missin'
Now she act a different
you she need some distance
Yeah on over, we can talk about it
Now this nigga mad, yeah he thought it
But he don't really it
on her stomach
That's a coming, Jesus
so genius, can't low-key this
Puffin' on a like a ho smoke penis
They want me Uncle
But I'm flexin' on 'em

[Part 3: Partna

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

Royalty my dem
No one else might dem
strapped with that arsenal
These niggas winnin', it's hard to
Move over, we to take over
up in them DMs, her nigga didn't even notice, I'm focused
I'm the man of the hour, play me on
Play me on hot, nigga I'm hot, don't stop
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
that 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 playin'
If your man don't want to lick it I as tribute
You niggas on them Hunger Games, I eat them O's onion rings
I kill them so constantly
I ain't even gotta sugar it
See them titties, motorboat it
I'm like Spottie Ottie
don't know me, run the world
Turnin' up like that little whose like
Ay-Ay-Ay-Turnup!
them 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 trains like whoo
Slow shit, slow that shit
Let me it