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 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

2: Southern Hospitality]

Hey this is Steve Smith from American Dad, and 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 that shit a
If it ain't about the money it's not up for discussion
If it ain't

DJ Drama]
After 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 givin' you niggas a free mixtape. Why Gambino, why young guy? Why so generous?

I ain't no snitch, I don't trust 'em
I no bitch, all I do is run 'em
Nigga I was stunin', keep that shit a
If it ain't about the money then it's not up for
If it ain't about progress, ain't success
Why this nigga
You ain't sus yet
I'mma fuck the game so hard Tiff
Niggas shots, I'm like "nigga don't tempt me"
I what you make, yeah them shows sold out
But you clubs 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
this my dream, ain't no split decisions
Watch me cut this bitch off, need some scissors
Mama in the kitchen, hot sauce on them
I was always spittin', just no one else was listening
Got your girl and now we
She attracted to my
Now she see she was missin'
Now she act a little
you she need some distance
Yeah on over, we can talk about it
Now this nigga mad, yeah he about 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 swisha like a ho penis
They want me 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 you know, but who you know. Know what I'm saying?

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