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 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 is Steve Smith from 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', keep that shit a
If it about the money then it's not up for discussion
If it ain't

[Break: DJ
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 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 about the money then it's not up for discussion
If it ain't about progress, ain't about
Why this nigga
You seen sus yet
I'mma fuck the game so hard like
takin' shots, I'm like "nigga don't tempt 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 rapping if all out
the movement, we all out kings
For real, Bino on a
We are not friends, nigga is business
this my dream, ain't no split decisions
Watch me cut this bitch off, I'mma need scissors
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 she was missin'
Now she act a different
Telling you she need some
Yeah come on over, we can talk it
Now nigga mad, yeah he thought about it
But he don't really it
on her stomach
That's a second coming,
so genius, can't low-key this
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 shit. But I like it cause, It's not about what you know, but who you know. Know what I'm saying?

my partner dem
No one might partner dem
Stay strapped that arsenal
These winnin', it's hard to tell
Move over, we 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, I'm hot, nigga don't stop
so cold put a cherry on top
Haters so mad, he ain't even know why, probably all the
Fuck all your feelings, I'm proud of me, head was so good it's
God damn, I'm just who I am
From that weird ass little kid to ballin' ass grown man
Man this beat is going so HAM, flow been since Novem'
Chain burr since Novem', that means cold, I'm just sayin', we ain't playin'
If your man want to lick it I volunteer as tribute
You niggas on them Hunger Games, I eat them O's like 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 me, run the world
Turnin' up like little girl whose like
Ay-Ay-Ay-Turnup!
Tell them it's tax season
Atlanta Georgia, that's Sweden
I'm such a martyr, die for the
I'm such a martyr I'm trains like whoo
Slow that shit, slow that
Let me it