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 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, been accounting
For unaccountable rap
'Cause accountant his rap dollars
The ice watch on the sleeve of the white
like the Pisa towser, he's in power
Standing on top of the black
You pack 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 don't get you up
Got you in a morgue sittin stiff in the
Niggaz I can't be caught, I be bought
They call me the anti-core,
Anti, when it comes to gettin the of hugs
come from a fake thug
That show me a sign of
Who am I to but you would not out of love
up if I was washed up like a Tsunami flood
I ain't to bug
But that's why you got to
on..

Da 5'9"]
Excuse me while I school them on how to pay these
Tell whoever jealous and to slay me, cool
The whole game got the old of Mercedes blues
Everybody wanna Jay-Z shoes
I call it the Ferrari sniffs, the flu
y'all sick, what already exists, can't 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 shit sweet, don't get it twisted
I'll yo ass, I don't need wine, I don't need cash
I'll stick a sock in any nigga mouth in any
If he talkin, he a target, walk in his
While he drinkin, him 'til he leakin, coughin Remy Martin
'Cause if I flip my lid, you'd to toss him in the garbage
Is nothin to you out, fuck 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, administer words like
The tales of the low sales of a poet
Centuries up in the pen that he holds up
He holds it to holy grail, he saw the soul
he was since his flows, the Davinci code decoded
chosen, he prays harder
But everytime he a rival revolvers inside
His bible like, Gregory with the rage of Harlem
Po-po's harder, free-on, we so cold
Red like be on sight, we got weed neon green
We got a one yay, Deion white, green
last breath, you about five heartbeats away from death
'Cause you the type, so muahh
Make you in peace
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 to introduce to you, Cee-Lo Green. Let's go

and Cee-Lo]
Give me a mountain. (Dream my nigga). me a sea
(All my niggaz dealin the politics). Put your mind on wonderland
(I smell you my nigga). Be you want to be. (Dream my nigga)

It's politics my nigga. 8X]