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
Your worst fear is confirmed, your reign at the top 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 that nigga, trust that bitch as far as you can smell a nigga
But you live and you
On these road to riches bound to miss a few turns
Don't let the that you cross 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 this long harbor of life and sit on the piers
Reflect on my and shit on my fears
Should I an ounce of guilt 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 or failin'
This is of the dreamer
took a million of my niggas' hopes from 'em, don't even know some 'em
No more, the numbed '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 it, to each his own
Whatever you strong to get up out it, we need you home
Cause see a goin' on outside, I 'bout cried
When that boy the cops shot died, my mouth wide open from shock
Sick and 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!
Dreamville is the team, my ill and the feins
And ye' ain't as you seem, and we can tell, nigga
Fuck what you think, cause if shit don't stink
Nigga my shit won't sink, cause it can't, I out!
I gotta the fuck up outta here
Dreamville is the team, my ill and the feins
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 stories
Niggas know, every is worth a brick of blow
Just a seven figure nigga got the game in 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 sure she cook you breakfast, homie
Her bacon slimmin' but her eggs get runny,
So many bombs, you'd think get money, from me
Cole world but my get sunny
Now I don't fuck around hoes from reality shows
Or blow up dolls, cause I don't havin' sex with dummies, love me
No meant, honey, this just a compilation of my observations
While trapped in God-forsaken nation
Shit, but since we makin'
been thinkin' me and you would make a bangin' 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!