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 girls 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 Dad, and this 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', keep that a hunnid
If it ain't about the money then it's not up for
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 still givin' you niggas a free mixtape. Why Gambino, why young guy? Why so

I ain't no snitch, I don't trust 'em
I no bitch, all I do is run 'em
I was stunin', keep that shit a hunnid
If it ain't about the money then 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 like Tiff
Niggas takin' shots, I'm like "nigga tempt me"
I seen you make, yeah them shows sold out
But you doing clubs and I'm doing all out, things
Why the he rapping if all out sync
Royalty the movement, we all out
For real, Bino on a
We are not friends, nigga is business
Girl this my dream, ain't no split
Watch me cut bitch 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 and now we kissin'
She attracted to my
Now she see she was missin'
Now she act a different
Telling you she need distance
Yeah come on over, we can talk it
Now nigga mad, yeah he thought about it
But he don't really it
Semen on her
a second coming, Jesus
Flow so genius, can't this
Puffin' on a swisha like a ho smoke
They want me Remus
But I'm flexin' on 'em

[Part 3: Partna

This on some old Atlanta shit. But I 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 about to take
Slide up in them DMs, her nigga didn't notice, I'm focused
I'm the man of the hour, play me on
Play me on hot, nigga I'm hot, nigga don't
Flow so put a cherry on top
Haters so mad, he ain't know why, probably all the autonomy
Fuck all feelings, I'm proud of me, head 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 this is going so HAM, flow been burr since Novem'
Chain been burr Novem', that means cold, I'm just sayin', we ain't playin'
If your man don't want to it I volunteer as tribute
You niggas on them Hunger Games, I eat them O's like onion
I kill hoes so constantly
I ain't even gotta sugar it
See titties, wanna motorboat it
I'm Dopaliscious Spottie Ottie
Y'all know me, run the world
up like that little girl whose like
Ay-Ay-Ay-Turnup!
Tell them it's tax season
Atlanta Georgia, that's Sweden
I'm a martyr, die for the game
I'm a martyr I'm runnin' trains like whoo
that shit, slow that shit
Let me it