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 want to be.
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 countin his rap
The ice watch on the of the white collar
Leanin like the Pisa towser, in power
on top of the black bottom
You should pack up now that the dirty glove is me
Take your hat off inside of the mitten you spittin
'Cause you can get it for
Your rap clapped up out you
If I don't get you up
Got you in a morgue sittin stiff in the
Niggaz I be caught, I can't be bought
They me the anti-core, anti-talk
Anti, when it comes to gettin the kind of
That come from a thug
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 ain't to bug
But why you got to shove
on..

Da 5'9"]
Excuse me while I school them on how to pay dues
Tell whoever jealous and to slay me, cool
The game got the old bland of Mercedes blues
Everybody wanna Jay-Z shoes
I it the Ferrari sniffs, the Phantom flu
'Cause sick, what already exists, can't be you
I told y'all niggaz in oh-two that I be touched
Yo bitch call me sugar dick with the candy
But ain't shit sweet, don't get it
I'll beat yo ass, I don't need wine, I don't cash
I'll stick a sock in any nigga mouth in any
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, have to toss him in the garbage
Is nothin to toughen you out, is you frontin about
We you in, I'm cuttin you out

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

[Spoken - Royce]
Yeahh, Royce Da 5'9", my nigga
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
me a mountain. (Dream my nigga). Give me a sea
(All my dealin with the politics). Put your mind on wonderland
(I smell you my nigga). Be what you to be. (Dream my nigga)

politics my nigga. [repeat 8X]