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 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, 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 bottom
You should pack up now that the dirty glove is me
your 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 in the drawer
Niggaz I can't be caught, I can't be
call me the anti-core, anti-talk
Anti, when it comes to gettin the of hugs
That come a fake thug
show me a sign of love
Who am I to but you would not out of love
up if I was washed up like a Tsunami flood
I trying to bug
But that's why you got to
on..

Da 5'9"]
Excuse me while I school on how to pay these dues
Tell whoever jealous and want to slay me,
The game got the old bland of Mercedes blues
Everybody fill Jay-Z shoes
I call it the Ferrari sniffs, the flu
'Cause y'all sick, already exists, can't be you
I y'all niggaz 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 beat yo ass, I don't wine, I don't need cash
I'll 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 nothin to toughen you out, fuck is you about
We you in, I'm cuttin you out

Da 5'9"]
Royce five nine is a prophet, in sense of the word
Superb finisher, administer like ministers
The tall of the low sales of a poet
Centuries rolled up in the pen he holds up
He holds it to holy grail, when he saw the
he was since his flows, the Davinci code decoded
chosen, he prays harder
But everytime he spot a revolvers inside
His bible like, Gregory Heins with the of Harlem
Po-po's harder, free-on, we so cold
Red like beam be on sight, we got weed green
We got a one yay, Celine white, green
Your breath, you about five heartbeats away from death
you the leon type, so muahh
Make you in peace
No more records sold, less is me
nine, unsigned

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

[Royce and
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]