Luyện nghe bài hát Politics

[Chorus: Cee-Lo, the 5'9"]
me a mountain. Give 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 been
For rap problems
'Cause accountant his rap dollars
The ice on the sleeve of the white collar
Leanin like the Pisa towser, in power
Standing on top of the black
You should up now that the dirty glove is with me
Take your hat off inside of the 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 stiff in the drawer
Niggaz I can't be caught, I can't be
They me the anti-core, anti-talk
Anti, when it comes to gettin the kind of
That come from a 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 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 these
whoever jealous and want to slay me, cool
The whole game got the old bland of Mercedes
Everybody wanna fill shoes
I call it the Ferrari sniffs, the flu
'Cause y'all sick, already exists, can't be you
I told y'all in oh-two that I can't be touched
Yo bitch call me sugar dick the candy nuts
But ain't shit sweet, get it twisted
I'll yo ass, I don't need wine, I don't need cash
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 Martin
'Cause if I flip my lid, have to toss him in the garbage
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 of the word
Superb finisher, administer words like
The tall tales of the low sales of a
Centuries rolled up in the pen he holds up
He holds it to holy grail, when he saw the
he was since told his flows, the code decoded
Since chosen, he prays
But everytime he spot a rival inside
His bible like, Gregory Heins 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 heartbeats away death
you the leon type, so muahh
Make you rest in
No more records bein sold, 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 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 niggaz dealin with the politics). Put your on wonderland
(I smell you my nigga). Be you want to be. (Dream my nigga)

It's politics my nigga. 8X]