Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge of the Dreamers

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I'm in the zone this year, it's all fire, nigga check my
Your worst is confirmed, your reign at the top expires this year
No application, I'm this year
This a dedication to bitch who slashed my nigga tires, oh yeah
I about you, bitch I knew about you
Came up on a nigga, he ain't have a clue about you
Tried to tell that nigga, don't trust that 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 you cross turn into bridges you burn
You're bound to a few turns
Don't let the that you.. fuck it, you don't hear me
Look, ayo I walk along this long harbor of 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 write my name in the sky and show them niggas I'm
This one is for the history books, picture me shook or
This is revenge of the
Misery took a million of my niggas' hopes 'em, don't even know some 'em
No more, the numbed 'em, no suicide notes from 'em
killin' theyselves, slowly killin' theyselves
Five iPhones dropped, my still in the cell
He said he God, shit, I doubt it, to each his own
keeps you strong to get up out it, we need you home
Cause see a goin' on outside, I 'bout cried
When that boy that the cops shot died, my mouth wide open shock
and tired of hopin' it'll stop
This pen the 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' ain't real as you seem, and we can tell,
what you think, cause if your shit don't stink
Nigga my won't sink, cause it can't, I break out!
I break the fuck up outta here
is the team, my team 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 four whores on the top floor
Niggas know, every verse is a brick of blow
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 walkin' pigeon toe and out!
On to the bitch, homie
Your new chick, that's my ex-bitch, homie, in fact I'm logged in her Netflix, homie
Just make sure she cook you breakfast,
Her bacon slimmin' but her eggs get runny,
So many bombs, you'd Flex get money, from me
Cole world but my neck get
Now I fuck around with hoes from reality shows
Or blow up dolls, cause I like havin' sex with dummies, love me
No disrespect meant, honey, this just a of my observations
While trapped in God-forsaken nation
Shit, but since we makin'
I've thinkin' me and you would make a bangin' 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!