Luyện nghe bài hát Politics

Oh mercy, me.
At this point of my career I should already be on my CD/
But every turn of the way has been met adversity/
But Im cursed, it seems, and I been purposely/
And its herbs like these, thatve got my boiling to the third degree/
And Im avoiding this urge to just burst and scream/
Feeling the for revenge! I can no longer pretend/
That mentally I wont be off the deep end/
Im desperately seeking these motherfuckers,
Just so I can teach them never to on any of us/
Theres something you wanna
Get that rappers cock out your throat! No wonder hes been coming out your face/
Son, never doubt The Plague, cause we against even the best/
medicines and vaccines, and bactrine/
Im fed up the rap scene/
As Im Dealing with an amount of politics that would even give the bad dreams/

Every thing you see and hear was for/
So, dont try to me, cause my shit isnt played more/
Just having to wait, bored, at the stage door/
Cause nothing aches than a name on the marquis when it aint yours/
And youre trying desperately to make noise, but all you hate,
From record pools thatll chart anything for their next crate/
Or elitist DJs only spin vinyl go get pressed!/
But give em a Nas exclusive MP3 and theyll play the dead.
vicious double-standards can be seen in many arenas of the game/
From burn to video screens, the shits the same/
From Magazines to mix DJs You give em the green, give the OK
Cause niggas are greedy the race, they sell you a dream and spit in your face/
And it isnt easy to look away, when youre focused on your Budden
up with potential, but you cant fire nothing from here/
Need anything done? Then you gotta do it yourself with no
When you make on your own? Then everyone shows to the whole wealth.
But, Oh well Another day in a hell.
When everyone riding your coattails are the same cats thatll pray record dont sell/
I wont settle for NO REMARKS about for improvement/
When you boo at QN5 and refuse to review the
Bitch, youre fronting on the future, watching your back and face forward/
Reviewers best to to this like they paid for it/
Cause, what the fuck!? Do I need to get to get props?
Do you need talent? I guess not but drug money and a guest spot/
You can lots on a track from the producer of the month/
And thatll induce you with the buzz, thatll get you and the pub/
But Buddy, Im flat broke. So on that note, Ill say to articles/
Bookings for college shows, distribution pushing us hard for
Then you wondering why youre seeing the same niggas over and
The original the flow, then, the colder the shoulder/
The same reason you cant stand that you heards/
The reason you know it word for word. Dog, its Politics.

My is drifting/
Cause Im in no political position or famous enough to state my
Of this game and its minions, Im staying and numb/
Cause you cant put your foot in your mouth or swallow your words while youre biting tongue/
So nice-guy reluctance, Im fighting my grudges/
And its hard to be polite with others when youd rather take a knife to
Heres my final at diplomacy believe this/
Swing for your third strike, Im calling you out on the

I cant
And I see
And I cant
Im sick and tired of these politics

I sleep
And I think
And I cant
Cause Im and tired of these politics.