Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge of the Dreamers

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I'm in the zone this year, it's all fire, 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 bitch who slashed my tires, oh yeah
I knew about you, bitch I knew you
Came up on a good nigga, he ain't have a about you
Tried to tell that nigga, don't trust bitch as far as you can smell a nigga
But you and you learn
On these road to niggas bound to miss a few turns
Don't let the bridges that you cross turn into bridges you
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 life and sit on the
Reflect on my pain and on my fears
Should I feel an ounce of guilt I outdid all my peers?
Or my name in the sky and show them niggas I'm here?
one is for the history books, picture me shook or failin'
This is 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
killin' 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 goin' on outside, I 'bout cried
that 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 what you
My heart on my sleeve, me bleed, I break out!
Dreamville is the team, my 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
Nigga my shit sink, cause it can't, I break out!
I gotta the fuck up outta here
is the team, my team ill and the feins
And ye' real 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 worth a brick of
Just a seven figure nigga got the game in figure
I know at times I'm hypocritical, you dig it though
I fuck until my be sore, leave bitches walkin' pigeon toe and break out!
On to the next bitch,
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 get runny, funny
So bombs, you'd think Flex get money, from me
Cole world but my get sunny
Now I don't fuck around with hoes from shows
Or blow up dolls, cause I don't like havin' sex with dummies, me
No disrespect meant, honey, this just a of my observations
While trapped in God-forsaken nation
Shit, but since we conversation
I've been thinkin' me and you make a bangin' combination
I know you mad, I know what I said
But my dick be arguin' with my head, all you with the bed, well if so let's out!