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 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

2: Southern Hospitality]

Hey this is Steve Smith American Dad, and this 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)
Nigga I was stunin', that shit a hunnid
If it ain't about the money then it's not up for
If it ain't

[Break: DJ
After selling out the Georgia Dome 3 nights in a row, after selling 10 million 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, I don't 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 then not up for discussion
If it about progress, ain't about success
Why this suspect?
You seen sus yet
I'mma fuck the so hard like Tiff
Niggas takin' shots, I'm like "nigga don't me"
I seen what you make, yeah them shows out
But you doing clubs and I'm like 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, ain't no decisions
Watch me cut this bitch off, I'mma need some
in the kitchen, hot sauce on them chitlins
I was spittin', just that no one else was listening
Got your and now we kissin'
She to my vision
Now she see she was missin'
Now she act a different
Telling you she need distance
Yeah on over, we can talk about it
Now this nigga mad, yeah he thought it
But he don't want it
on her stomach
That's a second coming,
Flow so genius, can't low-key
on a swisha like a ho smoke penis
They me Uncle Remus
But I'm just 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. what I'm saying?

Royalty my dem
No one else partner dem
Stay strapped with that
These niggas winnin', it's hard to
over, we about 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 stop
Flow so put a cherry on top
Haters so mad, he ain't even know why, probably all the
Fuck all your feelings, I'm of me, head was so good it's psychology
God damn, I'm just who I am
that weird ass little kid to this ballin' ass grown man
Man this beat is going so HAM, flow been burr since
Chain burr since 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 Hunger Games, I eat them O's onion rings
I them hoes so constantly
I ain't even gotta sugar it
See titties, wanna motorboat it
I'm Dopaliscious like Spottie
Y'all know me, run the world
up like that little girl whose like
Ay-Ay-Ay-Turnup!
Tell them niggas it's tax
Georgia, that's black Sweden
I'm a martyr, die for the game
I'm such a martyr I'm runnin' like whoo
Slow that shit, slow that
Let me it