Luyện nghe bài hát Politics

[Chorus: Cee-Lo, the 5'9"]
me a mountain. Give me a sea
Put your on wonderland, be what you want to be. Wooow
Politics. Ha my nigga
Politics. Ha my
Politics. Ha my
Politics. Ha my
Politics. Ha my
Politics. Ha my
Politics. Ha my
Politics. Ha my

Da 5'9"]
Seven and countin, I've been accounting
For unaccountable rap
accountant countin his rap dollars
The ice watch on the sleeve of the white
Leanin like the Pisa towser, in power
Standing on top of the bottom
You pack up now that the dirty glove is with me
Take hat off inside of the mitten when you spittin
you can get it for sure
Your whole rap up out you
If I get you back up
Got you in a morgue sittin in the drawer
Niggaz I can't be caught, I can't be
call me the anti-core, anti-talk
Anti, when it to gettin the kind of hugs
That from a fake thug
That show me a of love
Who am I to judge but you would not out of
Walk up if I was washed up like a flood
I trying to bug
But that's why you got to
on..

Da 5'9"]
Excuse me while I them on how to pay these dues
Tell whoever jealous and to slay me, cool
The whole game got the old bland of Mercedes
Everybody wanna fill Jay-Z
I call it the Ferrari sniffs, the flu
'Cause sick, what already exists, can't be you
I told y'all niggaz in oh-two I can't be touched
Yo bitch call me sugar dick with the candy
But ain't shit sweet, don't get it
I'll beat yo ass, I don't need wine, I need cash
stick a sock in any nigga mouth in any market
If he talkin, he a target, in his apartment
While he drinkin, spark him he leakin, coughin Remy Martin
'Cause if I flip my lid, you'd have to toss him in the
Is nothin to you out, fuck is you frontin about
We you in, I'm cuttin you out

Da 5'9"]
Royce nine is a prophet, in every sense of the word
Superb finisher, administer words like
The tall tales of the low of a poet
rolled up in the pen that he holds up
He holds it to holy grail, when he saw the
he was told his flows, the Davinci code decoded
Since chosen, he harder
But everytime he spot a rival inside
His bible like, Gregory Heins with the of Harlem
Po-po's harder, team free-on, we so
Red like beam be on sight, we got weed green
We got a one yay, Celine white, green
Your last breath, you five heartbeats away from death
'Cause you the type, so muahh
you rest in peace
No more bein sold, less is me
nine, unsigned

[Spoken Word -
Yeahh, Royce Da 5'9", my nigga
This is a M.I.C and teams with
and gentleman, I would like to introduce to you, Cee-Lo Green. Let's go

[Royce and
me a mountain. (Dream my nigga). Give me a sea
(All my niggaz dealin the politics). Put your mind on wonderland
(I smell you my nigga). Be what you to be. (Dream my nigga)

politics my nigga. [repeat 8X]