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 year
No application, I'm this year
This a dedication to that bitch who slashed my tires, oh yeah
I knew you, bitch I knew about you
Came up on a good nigga, he ain't a clue 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 these to riches niggas bound to miss a few turns
Don't let the bridges that you 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 along this long harbor of life and sit on the
Reflect on my pain and shit on my
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?
This one is for the history books, picture me shook or
is revenge of the dreamer
Misery took a of my niggas' hopes from 'em, don't even know some 'em
No more, the coke numbed 'em, no suicide notes 'em
They theyselves, slowly killin' theyselves
Five iPhones dropped, my nigga still in the
He said he found God, shit, I doubt it, to his own
Whatever keeps you to get up out it, we need you home
Cause see a war's on outside, I 'bout cried
When boy that the cops shot died, my mouth wide open from shock
Sick and tired of it'll stop
This pen the only hope that I got, I up shot, and break out

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

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War stories, got tour
Pop four whores on the top floor
Niggas know, every verse is worth a of blow
a seven figure nigga got the game in figure four
I know at times I'm hypocritical, you niggas dig it
I fuck until my dick be sore, bitches 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 she cook you breakfast, homie
Her bacon slimmin' but her eggs get runny,
So bombs, you'd think Flex get money, from me
Cole world but my neck get
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 disrespect meant, honey, this a compilation of my observations
While trapped in this God-forsaken
Shit, but since we conversation
I've thinkin' me and you would make a bangin' combination
I know you mad, I know what I said
But my be arguin' with my head, all you with the bed, well if so let's break out!