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

[Break: DJ
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, 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 nigga suspect?
You seen sus yet
I'mma fuck the game so 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 he rapping if all out sync
Royalty the movement, we all out
For real, on a mission
We are not friends, nigga this is
Girl my dream, ain't no split decisions
Watch me cut this bitch off, I'mma need scissors
Mama in the kitchen, hot sauce on chitlins
I was spittin', just that no one else was listening
Got your girl and now we
She attracted to my
Now she see what she was
Now she act a different
Telling you she need some
Yeah on over, we can talk about it
Now nigga mad, yeah he thought about it
But he don't want it
Semen on her
a second coming, Jesus
Flow so genius, can't low-key
Puffin' on a swisha a ho smoke penis
They want me Uncle
But I'm flexin' on 'em

[Part 3: Partna

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 might partner dem
Stay strapped with arsenal
These niggas winnin', it's to tell
over, we about to take over
Slide up in them DMs, her nigga 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
Flow so put a cherry on top
Haters so mad, he ain't even 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 that weird ass little kid to this ass grown man
Man this beat is going so HAM, been burr since Novem'
Chain been burr since Novem', means cold, I'm just sayin', we ain't playin'
If your man don't want to lick it I volunteer as
You niggas on them Games, I eat them O's like onion rings
I kill them so constantly
I ain't gotta sugar coat it
See them titties, wanna it
I'm like Spottie Ottie
Y'all don't know me, run the
Turnin' up that little girl 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 runnin' trains whoo
Slow that shit, slow that
Let me it