Luyện nghe bài hát Politics

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

Every you see and hear was paid for/
So, dont try to discredit me, cause my shit played more/
Just imagine having to wait, bored, at the stage
Cause nothing aches worse than a on the marquis when it aint yours/
And trying desperately to make noise, but all you gets hate,
From record pools thatll chart anything for their next crate/
Or elitist DJs that only vinyl go get pressed!/
But give em a Nas exclusive MP3 and play the shit dead.
These vicious double-standards can be seen in many of the game/
From radio to video screens, the shits the same/
From Magazines to mix DJs You give em the green, give the OK
Cause niggas are greedy leading the race, they 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 to share the whole wealth.
But, Oh Another day in a cold hell.
everyone riding your coattails are the same cats thatll pray your record dont sell/
I wont settle for NO REMARKS about for improvement/
When you boo at QN5 and refuse to review the
Bitch, fronting on the future, stop watching your back and face forward/
Reviewers to listen to this like they paid for it/
Cause, what the fuck!? Do I to get shot to get props?
Do you need I guess not but with 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, get you news-scoops and the pub/
But Buddy, Im flat broke. So on that note, Ill say to articles/
for college shows, distribution pushing us hard for dough/
Then you wondering why youre the same niggas over and over/
The original the flow, then, the colder the shoulder/
The same reason you cant stand that verse you
The same you know it word for word. Dog, its Politics.

My is drifting/
Cause Im in no political or famous enough to state my opinion/
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 your tongue/
So with nice-guy reluctance, Im fighting my
And its hard to be polite with others when youd rather take a to fuckers/
Heres my shot at diplomacy believe this/
for your third strike, Im calling you out on the remix/

I breath
And I see
And I move
Cause Im sick and tired of these

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