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 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 been
For unaccountable rap
accountant countin 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 that the dirty glove is me
Take your hat off of the mitten when you spittin
you can get it for sure
Your whole rap 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 can't be
They me the anti-core, anti-talk
Anti, when it to gettin the kind of hugs
That come from a thug
That me a sign of love
Who am I to judge but you not out of love
Walk up if I was washed up like a Tsunami
I trying to bug
But that's why you got to
on..

Da 5'9"]
Excuse me while I them on how to pay these dues
Tell whoever and want to slay me, cool
The whole game got the old of Mercedes blues
Everybody wanna fill Jay-Z
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 call me sugar dick with the candy nuts
But shit sweet, don't get it twisted
I'll yo ass, I don't need wine, I don't need cash
stick a sock in any nigga mouth in any market
If he talkin, he a target, walk in his
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 to toughen you out, fuck is you frontin about
We cuttin you in, I'm you out

Da 5'9"]
Royce five nine is a prophet, in sense of the word
Superb finisher, administer words ministers
The tall tales of the low sales of a
Centuries rolled up in the pen that he up
He it to holy grail, when he saw the soul
he was since told his flows, the Davinci decoded
Since chosen, he harder
But everytime he spot a revolvers inside
His like, Gregory Heins with the rage 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 Deion white,
Your last breath, you about heartbeats away from death
you the leon type, so muahh
Make you in peace
No more bein sold, less is me
nine, unsigned

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

and Cee-Lo]
Give me a mountain. (Dream my nigga). me a sea
(All my niggaz dealin with the politics). Put your mind on
(I you my nigga). Be what you want to be. (Dream my nigga)

It's politics my nigga. 8X]