Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge of the Dreamers

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I'm in the zone this year, it's all fire, check my attire
Your worst fear is confirmed, your reign at the top expires this
No application, I'm this year
This a dedication to that bitch who my nigga tires, oh yeah
I knew about you, bitch I about you
Came up on a good nigga, he ain't have a clue you
Tried to tell that nigga, don't trust bitch as far as you can smell a nigga
But you and you learn
On these road to riches bound to miss a few turns
Don't let the bridges you cross turn into bridges you burn
You're to miss a few turns
let the bridges that you.. fuck it, you don't hear me
Look, ayo I walk this long harbor of life and sit on the piers
Reflect on my and shit on my fears
Should I feel an ounce of that I outdid all my peers?
Or write my name in the sky and show niggas I'm here?
one is for the history books, picture me shook or failin'
This is revenge of the
Misery took a million of my niggas' hopes from 'em, don't even some 'em
No more, the numbed 'em, no suicide notes from 'em
They killin' theyselves, slowly theyselves
Five iPhones dropped, my still in the cell
He said he God, shit, I doubt it, to each his own
keeps you strong to get up out it, we need you home
Cause see a goin' on outside, I 'bout cried
When that boy that the cops shot died, my mouth open from shock
and tired of hopin' it'll stop
This pen the only hope that I got, I open up shot, and out

Got what you want, I got you need
My on my sleeve, watch me bleed, I break out!
is the team, my team ill and the feins
And ye' real as you seem, and we can tell, nigga
Fuck what you think, if your shit don't stink
Nigga my shit won't sink, cause it can't, I out!
I gotta break the fuck up outta
Dreamville is the team, my ill and the feins
And ye' ain't real as you seem, and we can tell,

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War stories, got stories
Pop four on the top floor stories
Niggas know, every verse is worth a of blow
Just a seven figure nigga got the in figure four
I at times I'm hypocritical, you niggas dig it though
I fuck until my dick be sore, bitches walkin' pigeon toe and break out!
On to the next bitch,
Your new chick, that's my ex-bitch, homie, in I'm still logged in her Netflix, homie
Just sure she cook you breakfast, homie
Her slimmin' but her eggs get runny, funny
So many bombs, you'd think get money, from me
Cole world but my get sunny
Now I don't fuck with hoes from reality shows
Or blow up dolls, cause I don't havin' sex with dummies, love me
No meant, honey, this just a compilation of my observations
While trapped in God-forsaken nation
Shit, but we makin' conversation
I've been thinkin' me and you would make a bangin'
I know you mad, I know what I said
But my dick be arguin' with my head, all you with the bed, well if so let's out!