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 is confirmed, your reign at the top expires this year
No application, I'm higher this
This a dedication to bitch who slashed my nigga tires, oh yeah
I knew about you, I knew about you
Came up on a good nigga, he ain't have a about you
Tried to that nigga, don't trust that bitch as far as you can smell a nigga
But you and you learn
On these road to riches niggas bound to a few turns
Don't let the 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 this long harbor of and sit on the piers
Reflect on my and shit on my fears
Should I feel an ounce of guilt I outdid all my peers?
Or write my in the sky and show them niggas I'm here?
This one is for the history books, picture me or failin'
is revenge of the dreamer
Misery took a million of my hopes from 'em, don't even know some 'em
No more, the coke numbed 'em, no suicide notes 'em
They killin' theyselves, killin' theyselves
Five iPhones dropped, my nigga still in the
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 'bout
When that boy the cops shot died, my mouth wide open from shock
Sick and tired of hopin' it'll
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 ill and the feins
And ye' ain't real as you seem, and we can tell,
Fuck what you think, cause if your shit don't
my shit won't sink, cause it can't, I break out!
I gotta break the up outta here
is the team, my team ill and the feins
And ye' real as you seem, and we can tell, nigga

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War stories, got stories
Pop four whores on the top floor
Niggas know, every verse is worth a of blow
Just a seven figure got the game in figure four
I know at I'm hypocritical, you niggas dig it though
I fuck until my dick be sore, leave walkin' pigeon toe and break out!
On to the bitch, homie
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 Flex get money, from me
world but my neck get sunny
Now I don't fuck around hoes from reality shows
Or blow up dolls, cause I don't like havin' sex dummies, love me
No disrespect meant, honey, this just a compilation of my
While trapped in God-forsaken nation
Shit, but we makin' conversation
I've been thinkin' me and you would make a combination
I know that you mad, I what I said
But my dick be arguin' with my head, all you with the bed, well if so break out!