Luyện nghe bài hát Politics

[Chorus: Cee-Lo, the 5'9"]
Give me a mountain. me a sea
Put your mind on wonderland, be you want to be. Wooow
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 and countin, I've been accounting
For unaccountable rap
accountant countin his rap dollars
The ice on the sleeve of the white collar
Leanin the Pisa towser, he's in power
Standing on top of the black
You pack up now that the dirty glove is with me
your hat off inside of the mitten when you spittin
'Cause you can get it for
whole rap clapped up out you
If I don't get you up
Got you in a morgue stiff in the drawer
Niggaz I be caught, I can't be bought
They me the anti-core, anti-talk
Anti, it comes to gettin the kind of hugs
That come from a thug
show me a sign of love
Who am I to but you would 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 while I school them on how to pay these
Tell whoever jealous and want to slay me,
The whole got the old bland of Mercedes blues
wanna fill Jay-Z shoes
I call it the Ferrari sniffs, the 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 dick the candy nuts
But shit sweet, don't get it twisted
I'll beat yo ass, I don't need wine, I need cash
I'll stick a sock in any mouth in any market
If he talkin, he a target, in his apartment
he drinkin, spark him 'til he leakin, coughin Remy Martin
'Cause if I flip my lid, have to toss 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 of a poet
Centuries up in the pen that he holds up
He holds it to holy grail, when he saw the
he was since told his flows, the Davinci code
Since chosen, he prays
But he spot a rival revolvers inside
His bible like, Gregory Heins with the of Harlem
Po-po's harder, free-on, we so cold
Red like beam be on sight, we got weed neon
We got a one yay, Celine white, green
Your last breath, you about five heartbeats away from
'Cause you the leon type, so
you rest in peace
No records bein sold, less is me
Five nine,

[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 introduce to you, 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 what you to be. (Dream my nigga)

It's my nigga. [repeat 8X]