Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge of the Dreamers

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

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

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