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
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 years and countin, I've been
For unaccountable rap
accountant countin his rap dollars
The ice watch on the sleeve of the white
Leanin like the Pisa towser, in power
Standing on top of the black
You should pack up now the dirty glove is with me
Take your hat off inside of the when you spittin
you can get it for sure
Your rap clapped up out you
If I don't get you 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 comes to the kind of hugs
That from a fake thug
That show me a sign of
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 on how to pay these dues
whoever jealous and want to slay me, cool
The whole game got the old bland of blues
Everybody wanna Jay-Z shoes
I call it the sniffs, the Phantom flu
'Cause y'all sick, already exists, can't be you
I told y'all 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
beat yo ass, I don't need wine, I don't need cash
I'll stick a sock in any mouth in any market
If he talkin, he a target, in his apartment
While he drinkin, spark him 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 frontin
We cuttin you in, I'm you out

Da 5'9"]
Royce nine is a prophet, in every sense of the word
finisher, administer words like ministers
The tall tales of the low of a poet
Centuries rolled up in the pen that he up
He holds it to holy grail, when he saw the
he was told his flows, the Davinci code decoded
Since chosen, he prays
But everytime he spot a revolvers inside
His bible like, Heins with the rage of Harlem
harder, team free-on, we so cold
Red like beam be on sight, we got weed neon
We got a one yay, Celine white, green
Your last breath, you about five heartbeats away death
'Cause you the leon type, so
Make you rest in
No more records bein sold, is me
Five nine,

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

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

It's politics my nigga. 8X]