Luyện nghe bài hát Politics - C-lo

[Chorus: Cee-Lo, the 5'9"]
Give me a mountain. me a sea
Put your on wonderland, be what you want 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 been
For unaccountable rap
accountant 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 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 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 gettin the of hugs
That come from a thug
That me a sign of love
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 why you got to shove
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 got the old bland of Mercedes blues
Everybody fill Jay-Z shoes
I call it the sniffs, the Phantom flu
'Cause y'all sick, already exists, can't be you
I told y'all niggaz in oh-two that I can't be
Yo bitch me sugar dick with the candy nuts
But shit sweet, don't get it twisted
I'll beat yo ass, I don't need wine, I don't cash
I'll stick a sock in any mouth in any market
If he talkin, he a target, in his apartment
While he drinkin, spark him 'til he leakin, coughin Martin
if I flip my lid, you'd have to toss him in the garbage
Is nothin to toughen you out, fuck is you about
We you in, I'm cuttin you out

Da 5'9"]
Royce five is a prophet, in every sense of the word
finisher, administer words like ministers
The tall tales of the low sales of a
Centuries rolled up in the pen he holds up
He holds it to holy grail, he saw the soul
he was since told his flows, the Davinci decoded
Since chosen, he harder
But he spot a rival revolvers inside
His bible like, Gregory with the rage of Harlem
harder, team free-on, we so cold
Red like 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 more records bein sold, is me
Five nine,

[Spoken - Royce]
Yeahh, Royce Da 5'9", my Nottz
This is a M.I.C and with collaboration
and gentleman, I would like to introduce 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 mind on wonderland
(I smell you my nigga). Be you want to be. (Dream my nigga)

It's politics my nigga. 8X]