Luyện nghe bài hát Politics - C-lo

[Chorus: Cee-Lo, the 5'9"]
me a mountain. Give me a sea
Put your on wonderland, be what 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 accounting
For unaccountable rap
accountant countin his rap dollars
The ice watch on the sleeve of the white
Leanin the Pisa towser, he's in power
Standing on top of the bottom
You should pack up now the dirty glove is with me
Take your hat off inside of the mitten when you
you can get it for sure
Your rap clapped up out you
If I get you back up
Got you in a morgue sittin in the drawer
I can't be caught, I can't be bought
They me the anti-core, anti-talk
Anti, when it comes to the kind of hugs
That come 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 a Tsunami flood
I trying to bug
But that's why you got to
on..

Da 5'9"]
Excuse me I school them on how to pay these dues
Tell jealous and want to slay me, cool
The whole game got the old bland of Mercedes
wanna fill Jay-Z shoes
I call it the Ferrari sniffs, the flu
'Cause y'all sick, what already exists, be you
I y'all niggaz in oh-two that I can't be touched
Yo bitch call me 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, in his apartment
While he drinkin, spark him 'til he leakin, coughin Remy
'Cause if I flip my lid, you'd to toss him in the garbage
Is nothin to toughen you out, fuck is you frontin
We you in, I'm cuttin you out

Da 5'9"]
Royce five is a prophet, in every sense of the word
Superb finisher, administer words like
The tall of the low sales of a poet
Centuries up in the pen that he holds up
He holds it to grail, when he saw the soul
he was since told his flows, the Davinci code
Since chosen, he harder
But everytime he spot a rival revolvers
His bible like, Gregory with the rage of Harlem
harder, team free-on, we so cold
Red like beam be on sight, we got neon green
We got a one yay, Celine Deion white,
Your last breath, you about heartbeats away from death
'Cause you the leon type, so
you rest in peace
No more records sold, less is me
nine, unsigned

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

[Royce and
Give me a mountain. (Dream my nigga). 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]