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 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 from 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 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 successfully petitioning to recarve his own face into Stone Mountain, Stone Mountain. still givin' you niggas a free mixtape. Why Gambino, why young guy? Why so generous?

I ain't no snitch, cops I trust 'em
I no bitch, all I do is run 'em
Nigga I was stunin', keep that shit a
If it ain't the money then it's not up for discussion
If it about progress, ain't about success
Why this suspect?
You ain't sus yet
I'mma fuck the game so hard like
Niggas takin' shots, I'm "nigga don't tempt 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 rapping if all out
the movement, we all out kings
For real, on a mission
We are not friends, nigga is business
Girl this my dream, ain't no decisions
Watch me cut this bitch off, need some scissors
in the kitchen, hot sauce on them chitlins
I was spittin', just that no one else was listening
Got your girl and now we
She attracted to my
Now she see she was missin'
Now she act a little
Telling you she need distance
Yeah come on over, we can talk it
Now this nigga mad, yeah he thought it
But he really want it
Semen on her
That's a second coming,
so genius, can't low-key this
Puffin' on a like a ho smoke penis
They 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 what you know, but who you know. Know what I'm saying?

Royalty my dem
No one else might dem
Stay strapped with that
These winnin', it's hard to tell
Move over, we about to 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, don't stop
Flow so cold put a on top
so mad, he ain't even 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 just who I am
From weird ass little kid to this ballin' ass grown man
Man this is going so HAM, flow been burr since Novem'
Chain been burr since Novem', 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 Games, I eat them O's like onion rings
I kill hoes so constantly
I ain't even gotta coat it
See them titties, motorboat it
I'm Dopaliscious Spottie Ottie
Y'all don't me, run the world
Turnin' up like that little girl like
Ay-Ay-Ay-Turnup!
Tell them it's tax season
Atlanta Georgia, that's black
I'm a martyr, die for the game
I'm such a martyr I'm trains like whoo
Slow that shit, that shit
Let me it