Luyện nghe bài hát Politics

[Chorus: Cee-Lo, the 5'9"]
me a mountain. Give me a sea
Put your mind on wonderland, be what you want to be.
It's Politics. Ha my
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 accounting
For rap problems
'Cause accountant countin his rap
The ice on the sleeve of the white collar
like the Pisa towser, he's in power
Standing on top of the bottom
You should pack up now that the glove is with me
Take your hat off inside of the when you spittin
'Cause you can get it for
Your rap clapped up out you
If I get you back up
Got you in a morgue sittin stiff in the
Niggaz I can't be caught, I be bought
call me the anti-core, anti-talk
Anti, when it comes to gettin the kind of
That come from a fake
show me a sign of love
Who am I to judge but you not out of love
Walk up if I was up like a Tsunami flood
I ain't to bug
But why you got to shove
on..

Da 5'9"]
Excuse me while I school on how to pay these dues
whoever jealous and want to slay me, cool
The game got the old bland of Mercedes blues
Everybody wanna fill Jay-Z
I call it the Ferrari sniffs, the flu
'Cause sick, what already exists, can't be you
I y'all niggaz in oh-two that 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
I'll stick a sock in any nigga mouth in any
If he talkin, he a target, walk in his
While he drinkin, spark him 'til he leakin, coughin Martin
'Cause if I flip my lid, you'd have to toss him in the
Is nothin to toughen you out, fuck is you frontin
We cuttin you in, I'm you out

Da 5'9"]
Royce five is a prophet, in every sense of the word
Superb finisher, words like ministers
The tales of the low sales of a poet
rolled up in the pen that he holds up
He it to holy grail, when he saw the soul
he was since told his flows, the code decoded
chosen, he prays harder
But everytime he spot a revolvers inside
His bible like, Gregory Heins with the rage of
Po-po's harder, team free-on, we so
Red like beam be on sight, we got weed green
We got a one yay, Deion 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 collaboration
Ladies and gentleman, I would like to to you, Cee-Lo Green. Let's go

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

It's my nigga. [repeat 8X]