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 accounting
For unaccountable rap
'Cause accountant his rap dollars
The ice watch on the of the white collar
Leanin the Pisa towser, he's in power
Standing on top of the black
You pack up now that the dirty glove is with me
Take your hat off of the mitten when you spittin
'Cause you can get it for
whole rap clapped up out you
If I don't get you up
Got you in a morgue sittin in the drawer
Niggaz I be caught, I can't be bought
They me the anti-core, anti-talk
Anti, when it comes to the kind of hugs
come from a fake thug
That show me a of love
Who am I to but you would not out of love
Walk up if I was up like a Tsunami flood
I trying 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 want to slay me,
The game got the old bland of Mercedes blues
Everybody wanna fill Jay-Z
I it the Ferrari sniffs, the Phantom flu
'Cause y'all sick, what exists, can't be you
I told niggaz in oh-two that I can't be touched
Yo bitch me sugar dick with the candy nuts
But ain't sweet, don't get it twisted
I'll beat yo ass, I don't need wine, I don't need
I'll stick a 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
'Cause if I flip my lid, you'd have to 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 like ministers
The tall tales of the low sales of a
Centuries up in the pen that he holds up
He holds it to grail, when he saw the soul
he was since told his flows, the Davinci decoded
chosen, he prays harder
But everytime he spot a rival inside
His bible like, Gregory Heins with the rage of
Po-po's harder, free-on, we so cold
Red like beam be on sight, we got neon green
We got a one yay, Celine Deion white,
Your last breath, you about heartbeats away from death
you the leon type, so muahh
Make you in peace
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 with collaboration
Ladies and gentleman, I like to introduce to you, Cee-Lo 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 mind on wonderland
(I smell you my nigga). Be you want to be. (Dream my nigga)

politics my nigga. [repeat 8X]