Luyện nghe bài hát Politics - C-lo

[Chorus: Cee-Lo, the 5'9"]
me a mountain. Give 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
'Cause accountant countin his rap
The ice watch on the sleeve of the white
Leanin like the Pisa towser, he's in
Standing on top of the bottom
You should up now that the dirty glove is with me
your hat off inside of the mitten 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 morgue stiff in the drawer
Niggaz I can't be caught, I can't be
They call me the anti-core,
Anti, when it comes to gettin the kind of
That come from a fake
That 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 flood
I ain't to bug
But that's why you got to
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 of Mercedes 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 in oh-two that I can't be touched
Yo bitch call me dick with 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 stick a sock in any nigga in any market
If he talkin, he a target, walk in his
While he drinkin, spark him 'til he leakin, 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 nine is a prophet, in every sense of the word
Superb finisher, words like ministers
The tall tales of the low of a poet
Centuries 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
Since chosen, he prays
But everytime he spot a rival revolvers
His like, Gregory Heins with 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 heartbeats away from death
'Cause you the leon type, so
Make you in peace
No more records bein sold, is me
Five nine,

[Spoken - Royce]
Yeahh, Royce Da 5'9", my nigga
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 niggaz dealin 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]