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 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: Hospitality]

Hey this is Steve Smith from Dad, and this is Royalty
STONE

1]
I ain't no snitch, cops I trust 'em
I no bitch, all I do is run 'em (x2)
Nigga I was stunin', keep shit 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 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 no snitch, cops 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 the money then it's not up for discussion
If it ain't about progress, ain't success
Why this nigga
You seen sus yet
I'mma fuck the game so hard like
Niggas takin' shots, I'm like "nigga don't me"
I seen what you make, yeah them sold out
But you doing clubs and I'm doing 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, no split decisions
Watch me cut this bitch off, I'mma need some
in the kitchen, hot sauce on them chitlins
I was always spittin', just that no one else was
Got your girl and now we
She to my vision
Now she see what she was
Now she act a little
Telling you she need some
Yeah on over, we can talk about it
Now this nigga mad, yeah he thought it
But he really want it
Semen on her
That's a coming, Jesus
Flow so genius, low-key this
Puffin' on a swisha a ho smoke penis
They want me Uncle
But I'm flexin' on 'em

3: Partna Dem]

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
Stay strapped with arsenal
niggas winnin', it's hard to tell
Move over, we about to take
Slide up in them DMs, her nigga didn't even notice, I'm
I'm the man of the hour, play me on
Play me on hot, I'm hot, nigga don't stop
Flow so put a cherry on top
Haters so mad, he ain't know why, probably all the autonomy
Fuck all your feelings, I'm proud of me, head was so it's psychology
God damn, I'm being who I am
From that ass little kid to this ballin' ass grown man
Man this beat is going so HAM, flow been burr Novem'
Chain been burr since Novem', that 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 Hunger Games, I eat O's like onion rings
I kill them hoes so
I ain't even gotta coat it
See them titties, wanna it
I'm Dopaliscious like Spottie
don't know me, run the world
Turnin' up like that little whose like
Ay-Ay-Ay-Turnup!
Tell them it's tax season
Atlanta Georgia, that's black
I'm such a martyr, die for the
I'm such a I'm runnin' trains like whoo
Slow that shit, slow shit
Let me it