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
Your worst fear is confirmed, reign at the top expires this year
No application, I'm higher year
This a dedication to that bitch who slashed my nigga tires, oh
I knew you, bitch I knew about you
Came up on a nigga, he ain't have a clue about you
Tried to that 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 bridges that you turn into bridges you burn
You're bound to a few turns
Don't let the bridges that you.. fuck it, you hear me
Look, ayo I walk along this long harbor of life and sit on the
Reflect on my and shit on my fears
Should I feel an ounce of that I outdid all my peers?
Or write my name in the sky and show them I'm here?
This one is for the books, picture me shook or failin'
This is revenge of the
Misery took a million of my niggas' hopes from 'em, don't even some 'em
No more, the coke numbed 'em, no suicide from 'em
They killin' theyselves, slowly killin'
Five dropped, my nigga still in the cell
He he found God, shit, I doubt it, to each his own
Whatever keeps you to get up out it, we need you home
Cause see a war's goin' on outside, I 'bout
When boy that the cops shot died, my mouth wide open from shock
Sick and tired of hopin' it'll
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!
Dreamville is the team, my ill and the feins
And ye' real as you seem, and we can tell, nigga
Fuck what you think, cause if your shit stink
Nigga my won't sink, cause it can't, I break out!
I break 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 tour
Pop whores on the top floor stories
Niggas know, every verse is worth a of blow
Just a seven figure nigga got the game in figure
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
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 get runny, funny
So many bombs, you'd Flex get money, from me
world but my neck get sunny
Now I don't fuck with hoes from reality shows
Or blow up dolls, cause I don't 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 conversation
I've been thinkin' me and you would make a bangin'
I know you mad, I know what I said
But my dick be arguin' my head, all you with the bed, well if so let's break out!