Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge of the Dreamers

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I'm in the zone year, it's all fire, nigga check my attire
worst fear is confirmed, your reign at the top expires this year
No application, I'm higher year
This a dedication to that who slashed my nigga tires, oh yeah
I about you, bitch I knew about you
up on a good nigga, he ain't have a clue about you
Tried to tell 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 bridges you cross turn into bridges you burn
You're bound to miss a few
Don't let the bridges that you.. fuck it, you don't me
Look, ayo I walk along this long of life and sit on the piers
on my pain and shit on my fears
Should I feel an ounce of guilt that I outdid all my
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 a million of my niggas' hopes from 'em, don't even know some 'em
No more, the coke 'em, no suicide notes from 'em
They killin' theyselves, slowly theyselves
Five dropped, my nigga still in the cell
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 goin' on outside, I 'bout
that boy that the cops shot died, my mouth wide open from shock
Sick and of hopin' it'll stop
pen the only hope that I got, I open up shot, and break out

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

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War stories, got stories
Pop whores on the top floor stories
Niggas know, every verse is a brick of blow
Just a seven figure nigga got the game in figure
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, that's my ex-bitch, homie, in fact I'm logged in her Netflix, homie
Just make she cook you breakfast, homie
Her bacon slimmin' but her eggs get runny,
So many bombs, you'd think get money, from me
world but my neck get sunny
Now I don't fuck around with hoes from shows
Or up dolls, cause I don't like havin' sex with dummies, love me
No disrespect meant, honey, this just a of my observations
While trapped in this nation
Shit, but since we makin'
I've been thinkin' me and you would make a 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!