Luyện nghe bài hát Politics

[Chorus: Cee-Lo, the 5'9"]
Give me a mountain. 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 unaccountable rap
'Cause accountant his rap dollars
The ice watch on the of the white collar
Leanin 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 of the mitten when you spittin
you can get it for sure
Your rap clapped up out you
If I don't get you up
Got you in a morgue sittin stiff in the
Niggaz I can't be caught, I can't be
call me the anti-core, anti-talk
Anti, when it comes to gettin the kind of
That come from a fake
That me a sign of love
Who am I to but you would not out of love
Walk up if I was up like a Tsunami flood
I trying to bug
But why you got to shove
on..

Da 5'9"]
Excuse me while I them on how to pay these dues
Tell jealous and want to slay me, cool
The whole game got the old bland of blues
Everybody wanna fill Jay-Z
I call it the sniffs, the Phantom flu
y'all sick, what already exists, can't be you
I told y'all niggaz in oh-two that I can't be
Yo bitch call me sugar dick with the candy
But ain't shit sweet, don't get it
I'll yo ass, I don't need wine, I don't need 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 he leakin, coughin Remy Martin
'Cause if I flip my lid, you'd have to toss him in the
Is nothin to toughen you out, is you frontin about
We cuttin you in, I'm you out

Da 5'9"]
Royce five nine is a prophet, in every sense of the
Superb finisher, administer words like
The tales of the low sales of a poet
Centuries rolled up in the pen that he up
He holds it to grail, when he saw the soul
he was since his flows, the Davinci code decoded
chosen, he prays harder
But everytime he spot a rival inside
His bible like, Gregory Heins the rage of Harlem
harder, team free-on, we so cold
Red like be on sight, we got weed neon green
We got a one yay, Celine Deion white,
Your last breath, you about heartbeats away from death
'Cause you the leon type, so
Make you in peace
No more records bein sold, is me
Five nine,

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

It's politics my nigga. 8X]