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 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 Smith from American Dad, and this is Royalty
STONE

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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 ain't

[Break: DJ
After selling out the Georgia Dome 3 nights in a row, after selling 10 million copies of his newest album, 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 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
fuck the game so hard like Tiff
Niggas takin' shots, I'm like "nigga don't me"
I seen what you make, yeah them sold out
But you clubs 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, this is business
Girl this my dream, ain't no decisions
Watch me cut this bitch off, need some scissors
Mama in the kitchen, hot sauce on them
I was always spittin', that no one else was listening
Got your and now we kissin'
She to my vision
Now she see what she was
Now she act a little
Telling you she need some
Yeah come on over, we can talk it
Now this nigga mad, yeah he thought it
But he don't really it
Semen on her
a second coming, Jesus
Flow so genius, can't this
Puffin' on a swisha a ho smoke penis
They me Uncle Remus
But I'm flexin' on 'em

[Part 3: Dem]

This on some old shit. But I like it cause, It's not about what you know, but who you know. Know what I'm saying?

Royalty my dem
No one else partner dem
strapped with that arsenal
These niggas winnin', hard to tell
Move over, we to take over
Slide up in 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 know why, probably all the autonomy
Fuck all feelings, I'm proud of me, head was so good it's psychology
God damn, I'm being who I am
From that weird ass little kid to this ass grown man
Man this beat is going so HAM, flow been since Novem'
Chain been burr Novem', that means cold, I'm just sayin', we ain't playin'
If your man don't to lick it I volunteer as tribute
You niggas on them Hunger Games, I eat O's like onion rings
I kill them so constantly
I even gotta sugar coat it
See them titties, wanna it
I'm like Spottie Ottie
Y'all don't know me, run the
Turnin' up like that little girl whose
Ay-Ay-Ay-Turnup!
Tell them niggas it's tax
Atlanta Georgia, that's Sweden
I'm such a martyr, die for the
I'm such a martyr I'm runnin' trains whoo
Slow that shit, slow shit
Let me it