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 years and countin, been accounting
For unaccountable rap
'Cause accountant his rap dollars
The ice watch on the sleeve of the white
Leanin the Pisa towser, he's in power
on top of the black bottom
You pack up now that 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 get you back up
Got you in a morgue sittin stiff in the
Niggaz I can't be caught, I be bought
They call me the anti-core,
Anti, when it comes to gettin the kind of
come from a fake thug
That show me a sign of
Who am I to judge but you would not out of
Walk up if I was washed up a Tsunami flood
I ain't to bug
But why you got to shove
on..

Da 5'9"]
Excuse me while I school them on how to pay dues
Tell jealous and want to slay me, cool
The whole game got the old of Mercedes blues
Everybody wanna fill Jay-Z
I call it the sniffs, the Phantom flu
'Cause y'all sick, what already exists, be you
I told niggaz in oh-two that I can't be touched
Yo bitch call me sugar dick with the nuts
But ain't shit sweet, get it twisted
I'll beat yo ass, I don't need wine, I 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, him 'til he leakin, coughin Remy Martin
if I flip my lid, you'd have to toss him in the garbage
Is nothin to toughen you out, fuck is you 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, words like ministers
The tall of the low sales of a poet
rolled up in the pen that he holds up
He holds it to grail, when he saw the soul
he was since told his flows, the Davinci decoded
Since chosen, he prays
But everytime he spot a rival inside
His bible like, Gregory Heins with the rage of
Po-po's harder, free-on, we so cold
Red like be on sight, we got weed neon green
We got a one yay, Deion white, green
Your last breath, you about five heartbeats from death
'Cause you the type, so muahh
Make you rest in
No more records sold, less is me
nine, unsigned

[Spoken - Royce]
Yeahh, Royce Da 5'9", my nigga
is a M.I.C and teams with collaboration
Ladies and gentleman, I 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 dealin with the politics). Put your mind on wonderland
(I smell you my nigga). Be what you to be. (Dream my nigga)

It's my nigga. [repeat 8X]