Luyện nghe bài hát Politics

[Chorus: Cee-Lo, the 5'9"]
Give me a mountain. 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 years and countin, I've been
For rap problems
accountant countin his rap dollars
The ice watch on the sleeve of the collar
like the Pisa towser, he's in power
Standing on top of the bottom
You should pack up now the dirty glove is with me
Take your hat off inside of the mitten when you
'Cause you can get it for
Your whole rap up out you
If I don't get you up
Got you in a morgue sittin in the drawer
I can't be caught, I can't be bought
They call me the anti-core,
Anti, when it to gettin the kind of hugs
come from a fake thug
That me a sign of love
Who am I to judge but you not out of love
up if I was washed up like a Tsunami flood
I trying to bug
But why you got to shove
on..

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

Da 5'9"]
Royce five nine is a prophet, in every sense of the
Superb finisher, administer like ministers
The tall tales of the low sales of a
rolled up in the pen that he holds up
He holds it to holy grail, he saw the soul
he was since his flows, the Davinci code decoded
chosen, he prays harder
But he spot a rival revolvers inside
His bible like, Gregory with the rage 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
last breath, you about five heartbeats away from death
'Cause you the leon type, so
Make you rest in
No more records sold, less is me
Five nine,

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

and Cee-Lo]
Give me a mountain. (Dream my nigga). me a sea
(All my niggaz with the politics). Put your mind on wonderland
(I smell you my nigga). Be you want to be. (Dream my nigga)

It's my nigga. [repeat 8X]