Luyện nghe bài hát Politics

Oh mercy, me.
At this point of my career I should be on my third CD/
But every of the way has been met with adversity/
But Im cursed, it seems, and I been disserviced
And its herbs like these, got my blood boiling to the third degree/
And Im nervously avoiding this 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 them never to speak on any of us/
Theres something you say?
Get that other rappers out your throat! No wonder hes been coming out your face/
Son, never doubt The Plague, cause we infect even the best/
medicines and vaccines, and bactrine/
Im fed up the rap scene/
As Im Dealing with an amount of politics would even give the president bad dreams/

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

My patience is
Cause Im in no position or famous enough to state my opinion/
Of this game and its minions, Im silent and numb/
Cause you cant put your foot in your mouth or swallow words while youre biting 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 final shot at diplomacy believe
Swing for your strike, Im calling you out on the remix/

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

I sleep
And I think
And I live
Im sick and tired of these politics.