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 that who slashed my nigga tires, oh yeah
I knew you, bitch I knew about you
Came up on a good nigga, he ain't a clue about you
Tried to tell nigga, don't trust that bitch as far as you can smell a nigga
But you live and you
On these road to riches niggas bound to miss a few
Don't let the that 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 along this long harbor of life and sit on the piers
Reflect on my and shit on my fears
Should I feel an 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 books, picture me shook or failin'
This is 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, slowly killin'
Five iPhones dropped, my still in the cell
He said he found God, shit, I doubt it, to his own
Whatever you strong to get up out it, we need you home
Cause see a war's goin' on outside, I cried
When that boy that the cops shot died, my mouth wide from 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 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 real as you seem, and we can tell,
Fuck what you think, if your shit don't stink
my shit won't sink, cause it can't, I break out!
I gotta the fuck up outta here
Dreamville is the team, my team ill and the
And ye' ain't real as you seem, and we can tell,

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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 got the game in figure four
I know at times I'm hypocritical, you dig it though
I fuck until my dick be sore, bitches walkin' pigeon toe and break 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 you breakfast, homie
Her bacon slimmin' but her eggs get runny,
So many bombs, you'd Flex get money, from me
Cole but my neck get sunny
Now I don't fuck around with hoes from reality
Or blow up dolls, cause I like havin' sex with dummies, love me
No disrespect meant, honey, this just a compilation of my
While trapped in this 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 the bed, well if so let's break out!