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.
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 rap problems
'Cause accountant his rap dollars
The ice watch on the of the white collar
Leanin like the Pisa towser, in power
Standing on top of the bottom
You should pack up now that the glove is with me
Take your hat off inside of the mitten you spittin
you can get it for sure
Your whole rap up out you
If I don't get you up
Got you in a morgue stiff in the drawer
I can't be caught, I can't be bought
They call me the anti-core,
Anti, when it comes to gettin the kind of
That come a fake thug
That show me a sign of
Who am I to judge but you would not out of
Walk up if I was washed up like a 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 these
Tell whoever jealous and want to me, cool
The whole game got the old bland of Mercedes
Everybody fill Jay-Z shoes
I it the Ferrari 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 dick with the candy nuts
But ain't shit sweet, don't get it
I'll beat yo ass, I don't need wine, I need cash
I'll stick a in any nigga mouth in any market
If he talkin, he a target, in his apartment
While he drinkin, spark him 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 cuttin you in, I'm you out

Da 5'9"]
Royce five nine is a prophet, in every sense of the
Superb finisher, administer words ministers
The tall of the low sales of a poet
Centuries rolled up in the pen that he up
He it to holy grail, when he saw the soul
he was since told his flows, the Davinci code
Since chosen, he harder
But everytime he a rival revolvers inside
His bible like, Gregory Heins with the rage of
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 breath, you about five heartbeats away from death
'Cause you the type, so muahh
you rest in peace
No records bein sold, less is me
nine, unsigned

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

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

politics my nigga. [repeat 8X]