Luyện nghe bài hát Politics

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

Every thing you see and hear was paid
So, dont try to me, cause my shit isnt played more/
Just imagine having to wait, bored, at the door/
Cause nothing aches worse than a name on the marquis when it aint
And youre desperately to make noise, but all you gets hate,
From record pools thatll chart anything for their next crate/
Or elitist DJs that only spin go get pressed!/
But give em a Nas exclusive MP3 and theyll the shit dead.
These vicious double-standards can be seen in many arenas of the
From radio to video screens, the shits the same/
From to mix DJs You give em the green, they give the OK
Cause niggas are greedy leading the race, they sell you a dream and spit in your
And it easy to look away, when youre focused on your Budden career/
up with potential, but you cant fire nothing from here/
Need anything Then you gotta do it yourself with no help/
When you make on own? Then everyone shows to share the whole wealth.
But, Oh well Another day in a hell.
When everyone your coattails are the same cats thatll pray your record dont sell/
I wont settle for NO REMARKS about room for
When you boo at QN5 and to review the music/
Bitch, youre fronting on the future, stop watching your and face forward/
best to listen to this like they paid for it/
Cause, the fuck!? Do I need 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 with the buzz, get you news-scoops and the pub/
But Buddy, Im flat broke. So on that note, Ill say goodbye to
Bookings for college shows, pushing us hard for dough/
Then you why youre seeing the same niggas over and over/
The more original the flow, then, the the shoulder/
The same you cant stand that verse you heards/
The same reason you it word for word. Dog, its Politics.

My is drifting/
Cause Im in no political or famous enough to state my opinion/
Of game and its minions, Im staying silent and numb/
Cause you cant put foot in your mouth or swallow your 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 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 politics

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