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
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 unaccountable rap
'Cause countin his rap dollars
The ice watch on the of the white collar
Leanin like the Pisa towser, he's in
Standing on top of the bottom
You pack up now that the dirty glove is with me
Take your hat off inside of the when you spittin
'Cause you can get it for
Your rap clapped up out you
If I get you back up
Got you in a sittin stiff in the drawer
Niggaz I be caught, I can't be bought
call me the anti-core, anti-talk
Anti, when it comes to gettin the of hugs
That come from a fake
show me a sign of love
Who am I to judge but you would not out of
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 on how to pay these dues
Tell whoever and want to slay me, cool
The whole game got the old bland of blues
Everybody fill Jay-Z shoes
I call it the Ferrari sniffs, the flu
'Cause y'all sick, what already exists, be you
I told y'all niggaz in oh-two that I can't be
Yo call me sugar dick with the candy nuts
But ain't shit sweet, get it twisted
I'll beat yo ass, I need wine, I don't need cash
stick a sock in any nigga mouth in any market
If he talkin, he a target, in his apartment
While he drinkin, spark him 'til he leakin, coughin Martin
'Cause if I flip my lid, you'd to toss him in the garbage
Is nothin to toughen you out, fuck is you frontin
We cuttin you in, I'm you out

Da 5'9"]
Royce five is a prophet, in every sense of the word
Superb finisher, words like ministers
The tales of the low sales of a poet
rolled up in the pen that he holds up
He holds it to grail, when he saw the soul
he was told his flows, the Davinci code decoded
chosen, he prays harder
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 weed neon
We got a one yay, Celine Deion white,
Your last breath, you about five away from death
'Cause you the type, so muahh
you rest in peace
No records bein sold, less is me
nine, unsigned

[Spoken Word -
Yeahh, Royce Da 5'9", my nigga
This is a M.I.C and teams with
Ladies and gentleman, I would like to introduce to you, Green. Let's go

[Royce and
Give me a mountain. (Dream my nigga). me a sea
(All my niggaz dealin with the politics). Put mind on wonderland
(I you my nigga). Be what you want to be. (Dream my nigga)

politics my nigga. [repeat 8X]