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, I've accounting
For rap problems
'Cause countin his rap dollars
The ice watch on the of the white collar
Leanin like the towser, he's in power
on top of the black bottom
You should up now that the dirty glove is with me
Take your hat off inside of the mitten when you
you can get it for sure
Your rap clapped up out you
If I don't get you up
Got you in a sittin stiff in the drawer
Niggaz I be caught, I can't be bought
call me the anti-core, anti-talk
Anti, when it comes to the kind of hugs
come from a fake thug
That show me a sign of
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 that's why you got to
on..

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

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

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

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

It's politics my nigga. 8X]