Luyện nghe bài hát Politics - C-lo

[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 and countin, I've been accounting
For rap problems
'Cause countin his rap dollars
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 is with me
Take hat off inside of the mitten when you spittin
'Cause you can get it for
whole 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 can't be
They call me the anti-core,
Anti, when it comes to the kind of hugs
That come from a fake
That show me a of love
Who am I to but you would not out of love
Walk up if I was washed up like a flood
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 jealous and to slay me, cool
The whole 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 that I can't be touched
Yo bitch call me sugar dick with the nuts
But shit sweet, don't get it twisted
I'll beat yo ass, I need wine, I don't need cash
I'll stick a sock in any nigga in any market
If he talkin, he a target, walk in his
he drinkin, spark him 'til he leakin, coughin Remy Martin
'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 five nine is a prophet, in every sense of the
Superb finisher, administer words like
The tales of the low sales of a poet
rolled up in the pen that he holds up
He it to holy grail, when he saw the soul
he was told his flows, the Davinci code decoded
Since chosen, he harder
But everytime he a rival revolvers 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, Celine white, green
Your last breath, you about five heartbeats from death
'Cause you the type, so muahh
you rest in peace
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 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 on wonderland
(I you my nigga). Be what you want to be. (Dream my nigga)

It's my nigga. [repeat 8X]