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 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 American Dad, and this is Royalty
STONE

1]
I ain't no snitch, I don't 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 then it's not up for discussion
If it ain't

[Break: DJ
After selling out the Georgia Dome 3 nights in a row, after selling 10 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 no snitch, cops 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 it's not up for
If it ain't about progress, ain't about
Why this nigga
You ain't sus yet
I'mma fuck the so hard like Tiff
Niggas takin' shots, I'm like "nigga tempt me"
I seen what you make, yeah them shows out
But you doing and I'm doing like all out, things
Why the hell he if all out sync
the movement, we all out kings
For real, on a mission
We are not friends, nigga this is
Girl this my dream, ain't no decisions
Watch me cut this off, I'mma need some scissors
Mama in the kitchen, hot sauce on them
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 little
you she need some distance
Yeah come on over, we can talk it
Now this nigga mad, yeah he about it
But he really 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 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. Know what I'm

Royalty my dem
No one else might dem
strapped with that arsenal
These winnin', it's hard to tell
Move over, we about to over
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, nigga I'm hot, don't stop
Flow so cold put a on top
Haters so mad, he ain't even know why, all the autonomy
Fuck all your feelings, I'm of me, head was so good it's psychology
God damn, I'm being who I am
From weird ass little kid to this ballin' ass grown man
Man this beat is going so HAM, flow been burr since
Chain been since 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 on them Hunger Games, I eat them O's like onion rings
I kill them so constantly
I ain't even gotta coat it
See titties, wanna motorboat it
I'm like Spottie Ottie
don't know me, run the world
Turnin' up like that girl whose like
Ay-Ay-Ay-Turnup!
them niggas it's tax season
Atlanta Georgia, that's Sweden
I'm such a martyr, die for the
I'm such a I'm runnin' trains like whoo
Slow that shit, that shit
Let me it