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 and countin, I've been accounting
For rap problems
accountant countin his rap dollars
The ice on the sleeve of the white collar
like the Pisa towser, he's in power
Standing on top of the black
You should pack up now the dirty glove is with me
Take your hat off inside of the mitten when you
'Cause you can get it for
whole 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 can't be
They me the anti-core, anti-talk
Anti, when it comes to the kind of hugs
That from a fake thug
That me a sign of love
Who am I to judge but you would not out of
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 while I school them on how to pay dues
Tell whoever and want to slay me, cool
The whole game got the old bland of Mercedes
Everybody wanna fill shoes
I it the Ferrari sniffs, the Phantom flu
'Cause y'all sick, what exists, can't be you
I told y'all niggaz in oh-two that I can't be
Yo bitch call me sugar dick with the candy
But ain't shit sweet, don't get it
I'll beat yo ass, I don't wine, I don't need cash
I'll 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
'Cause if I my lid, you'd have 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 nine is a prophet, in every of the word
Superb finisher, administer like ministers
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 decoded
Since chosen, he harder
But everytime he spot a rival inside
His bible like, Gregory Heins with the of Harlem
harder, team free-on, we so cold
Red beam be on sight, we got weed neon green
We got a one yay, Celine Deion white,
last breath, you about five heartbeats away from death
'Cause you the leon type, so
you rest in peace
No records bein sold, less is me
Five nine,

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

It's my nigga. [repeat 8X]