Luyện nghe bài hát Politics - C-lo

[Chorus: Cee-Lo, the 5'9"]
me a mountain. Give me a sea
Put your mind on wonderland, be what you to be. Wooow
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 years and countin, been accounting
For rap problems
'Cause countin his rap dollars
The ice on the sleeve of the white collar
Leanin like the Pisa towser, in power
Standing on top of the bottom
You should pack up now that the dirty is with me
Take your hat off inside of the mitten 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 in the drawer
I can't be caught, I can't be bought
They call me the anti-core,
Anti, when it to gettin the kind of hugs
That come from a fake
That show me a sign of
Who am I to but you would not out of love
up if I was washed up like a Tsunami flood
I ain't to bug
But why you got to shove
on..

Da 5'9"]
Excuse me I school them on how to pay these dues
Tell whoever jealous and want to me, cool
The whole game got the old bland of blues
Everybody wanna fill shoes
I call it the Ferrari sniffs, the flu
'Cause y'all sick, already exists, can't be you
I told niggaz in oh-two that I can't be touched
Yo bitch call me dick with the candy nuts
But shit sweet, don't get it twisted
I'll beat yo ass, I don't need wine, I don't need
I'll stick a sock in any nigga mouth in any
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 to toughen you out, fuck is you frontin about
We cuttin you in, I'm you out

Da 5'9"]
Royce five is a prophet, in every sense 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, he saw the soul
he was told his flows, the Davinci code decoded
Since chosen, he harder
But everytime he spot a rival 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 neon green
We got a one yay, Celine Deion white,
last breath, you about five heartbeats away from death
'Cause you the leon type, so
you rest in peace
No more records bein sold, is me
nine, unsigned

[Spoken Word -
Yeahh, Royce Da 5'9", my nigga
This is a M.I.C and with collaboration
Ladies and gentleman, I would like to introduce to you, 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 my nigga. [repeat 8X]