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 and countin, I've been accounting
For rap problems
'Cause accountant countin his rap
The ice watch on the of the white collar
Leanin the Pisa towser, he's in power
Standing on top of the black
You should pack up now that the glove is with me
Take your hat off inside of the mitten you spittin
'Cause you can get it for
Your rap clapped up out you
If I don't get you up
Got you in a sittin stiff 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 washed up like a flood
I trying to bug
But that's why you got to
on..

Da 5'9"]
Excuse me while I school on how to pay these dues
Tell whoever and want to slay me, cool
The whole game got the old bland of Mercedes
Everybody wanna fill Jay-Z
I call it the Ferrari sniffs, the flu
'Cause y'all sick, what already exists, be you
I told y'all niggaz in oh-two I can't be touched
Yo call me sugar 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
stick a sock in any nigga mouth in any market
If he talkin, he a target, walk in his
While he drinkin, spark him 'til he leakin, Remy Martin
if I flip my lid, you'd have to toss him in the garbage
Is to toughen you out, fuck 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 words ministers
The tall tales of the low of a poet
rolled up in the pen that he holds up
He it to holy grail, when 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 like, Gregory 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 Deion white,
Your last breath, you about heartbeats away from death
you the leon type, so muahh
Make you rest in
No more records sold, less is me
nine, unsigned

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

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

It's my nigga. [repeat 8X]