Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge of the Dreamers

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

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

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War stories, got tour
Pop four on the top floor stories
Niggas know, every verse is worth a brick of
a seven figure nigga got the game in figure four
I know at times I'm hypocritical, you dig it though
I fuck until my dick be sore, leave bitches pigeon toe and break out!
On to the next bitch,
new chick, that's my ex-bitch, homie, in fact I'm still logged in her Netflix, homie
Just make sure she you breakfast, homie
Her bacon 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 around with hoes from reality
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 make a bangin' combination
I know that you mad, I know what I
But my dick be with my head, all you with the bed, well if so let's break out!