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 rap problems
'Cause countin his rap dollars
The ice watch on the of the white collar
Leanin like the Pisa towser, he's in
on top of the black bottom
You should pack up now that the dirty is with me
your hat off inside of the mitten when you spittin
'Cause you can get it for
Your whole rap up out you
If I don't get you up
Got you in a morgue sittin in the drawer
Niggaz I can't be caught, I be bought
call me the anti-core, anti-talk
Anti, when it comes to the kind of hugs
That 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 that's why you got to
on..

Da 5'9"]
Excuse me while I school them on how to pay dues
Tell whoever jealous and want to slay me,
The whole game got the old bland of Mercedes
Everybody wanna Jay-Z shoes
I call it the sniffs, the Phantom flu
'Cause y'all sick, what already exists, be you
I told y'all niggaz in oh-two I can't be touched
Yo bitch call me sugar dick with the nuts
But shit sweet, don't get it twisted
I'll beat yo ass, I don't wine, I don't need cash
I'll stick a in any nigga mouth in any market
If he talkin, he a target, in his apartment
he drinkin, spark him 'til he leakin, coughin Remy Martin
'Cause if I flip my lid, you'd have to toss him in the
Is nothin to you out, fuck is you frontin about
We cuttin you in, I'm you out

Da 5'9"]
Royce five nine is a prophet, in sense of the word
finisher, administer words like ministers
The tales 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 told his flows, the Davinci code decoded
chosen, he prays harder
But he spot a rival revolvers 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 weed green
We got a one yay, Celine Deion white,
Your last breath, you about heartbeats away from death
'Cause you the type, so muahh
you rest in peace
No more records sold, less is me
Five nine,

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

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

It's politics my nigga. 8X]