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 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 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 from American Dad, and this is Royalty
MOUNTAIN

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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 shit a
If it ain't about the then it's not up for discussion
If it about

[Break: DJ
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. 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', keep that 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 the game so hard like Tiff
Niggas shots, I'm like "nigga don't tempt me"
I seen what you make, yeah them shows out
But you doing clubs and I'm doing like all out,
Why the hell he rapping if all out
the movement, we all out kings
For real, on a mission
We are not friends, nigga is business
Girl this my dream, ain't no split
Watch me cut this bitch off, I'mma some scissors
in the kitchen, hot sauce on them chitlins
I was always spittin', that no one else was listening
Got girl and now we kissin'
She attracted to my
Now she see what she was
Now she act a little
Telling you she need distance
Yeah on over, we can talk about it
Now this nigga mad, yeah he about it
But he don't want it
on her stomach
That's a second coming,
Flow so genius, can't low-key
Puffin' on a swisha like a ho penis
want 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 you know, but who you know. Know what I'm saying?

Royalty my dem
No one else partner dem
strapped with that arsenal
These winnin', it's hard to tell
Move over, we about to 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, nigga don't
so cold put a cherry on top
Haters so mad, he ain't even know why, probably all the
Fuck all your feelings, I'm proud of me, head was so good psychology
God damn, I'm just who I am
From that weird ass little kid to this ass grown man
Man beat is going so HAM, flow been burr since Novem'
Chain been since Novem', that means cold, I'm just sayin', we ain't playin'
If your man don't want to lick it I as tribute
You niggas on them Hunger Games, I eat them O's like onion
I them hoes so constantly
I ain't even sugar coat 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!
Tell them it's tax season
Georgia, that's black Sweden
I'm a martyr, die for the game
I'm such a martyr I'm runnin' trains whoo
Slow that shit, that shit
Let me it