Luyện nghe bài hát Politics

[Chorus: Cee-Lo, the 5'9"]
me a mountain. Give me a sea
Put your mind on wonderland, be what you want to be.
Politics. Ha my nigga
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
'Cause accountant countin his rap
The ice watch on the of the white collar
like 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
'Cause you can get it for
Your whole rap up out you
If I don't get you up
Got you in a morgue stiff in the drawer
Niggaz I can't be caught, I be bought
call me the anti-core, anti-talk
Anti, when it comes to gettin the kind of
That from a fake thug
show 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 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 whoever jealous and to slay me, cool
The game got the old bland 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 that I be touched
Yo call me sugar dick with the candy nuts
But ain't shit sweet, don't get it
I'll beat yo ass, I need wine, I don't need cash
I'll stick a sock in any mouth in any market
If he talkin, he a target, in his apartment
While he drinkin, spark him 'til he leakin, coughin Remy
'Cause if I flip my lid, you'd have to him in the garbage
Is nothin to toughen you out, fuck is you frontin
We you in, I'm cuttin you out

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

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

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

politics my nigga. [repeat 8X]