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 you want to be. Wooow
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 sleeve of the white
Leanin like the Pisa towser, he's in
Standing on top of the bottom
You pack up now that the dirty glove is with me
Take your hat off inside of the mitten when you
'Cause you can get it for
Your whole rap up out you
If I get you back up
Got you in a morgue sittin in the drawer
Niggaz I can't be caught, I can't be
They me the anti-core, anti-talk
Anti, it comes to gettin the kind of hugs
That come from a fake
That show me a sign of
Who am I to but you would not out of love
Walk up if I was up like a Tsunami flood
I ain't to bug
But why you got to shove
on..

Da 5'9"]
Excuse me I school them on how to pay these dues
Tell whoever jealous and want to slay me,
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, what exists, can't be you
I told y'all niggaz in oh-two that I can't be
Yo bitch call me dick with the candy nuts
But shit sweet, don't get it twisted
beat yo ass, I don't need wine, I don't need cash
I'll a sock in any nigga mouth in any market
If he talkin, he a target, in his apartment
While he drinkin, him 'til he leakin, coughin Remy Martin
'Cause if I flip my lid, you'd have to toss him in the
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 sense of the
Superb finisher, administer words like
The tall tales of the low of a poet
rolled up in the pen that he holds up
He holds it to holy grail, he saw the soul
he was since told his flows, the code decoded
Since chosen, he prays
But everytime he spot a revolvers inside
His bible like, Gregory Heins with the rage of
Po-po's harder, free-on, we so cold
Red beam be on sight, we got weed neon green
We got a one yay, Deion white, green
Your last breath, you about five away from death
you the leon type, so muahh
Make you rest in
No records bein sold, less is me
nine, unsigned

[Spoken - Royce]
Yeahh, Da 5'9", my nigga Nottz
This is a M.I.C and with 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 with the politics). Put mind on wonderland
(I smell you my nigga). Be what you to be. (Dream my nigga)

politics my nigga. [repeat 8X]