Luyện nghe bài hát Politics

Oh mercy, me.
At point of my career I should already be on my third CD/
But turn of the way has been met with adversity/
But Im cursed, it seems, and I been purposely/
And its herbs like these, thatve got my blood boiling to the degree/
And Im avoiding this urge to just burst and scream/
Feeling the thirst for revenge! I can no longer
That mentally I be plummeting off the deep end/
Im desperately these trendy motherfuckers,
Just so I can them never to speak 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 The Plague, cause we infect against even the best/
medicines and vaccines, sedatives and
Im fed up the rap scene/
As Im Dealing with an amount of politics that would even the president bad dreams/

Every thing you see and hear was paid
So, dont try to discredit me, cause my shit played more/
Just imagine to wait, bored, at the stage door/
Cause nothing aches worse a name on the marquis when it aint yours/
And trying desperately to make noise, but all you gets hate,
From biased record pools chart anything for their next crate/
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 seen in many 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 leading the race, sell you a dream and spit in your face/
And it isnt easy to look away, when focused on your Budden career/
Pumped up with potential, but you cant nothing from here/
Need anything done? you gotta do it yourself with no help/
you make on your own? Then everyone shows to share the whole wealth.
But, Oh well Another day in a hell.
When everyone riding 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 the music/
Bitch, youre on the future, stop watching your back and face forward/
Reviewers best to listen to like they paid for it/
Cause, what the fuck!? Do I to get shot to get props?
Do you need talent? I guess not but drug money and a guest spot/
You can spend lots on a from the producer of the month/
And induce you with the buzz, thatll get you news-scoops and the pub/
But Buddy, Im broke. So on that note, Ill say goodbye to articles/
for college shows, distribution pushing us hard for dough/
Then you wondering why youre the same niggas over and over/
The more original the flow, then, the colder the
The reason you cant stand that verse you heards/
The same reason you it word for word. Dog, its Politics.

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

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

I cant
And I cant
And I live
Cause Im and tired of these politics.