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 is confirmed, your reign at the top expires this year
No application, I'm higher this
This a dedication to that bitch who slashed my nigga tires, oh
I knew about you, bitch I 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 and you learn
On these to riches niggas bound to miss a few turns
Don't let the bridges that you turn into bridges you burn
You're bound to miss a few
Don't let the bridges that you.. fuck it, you don't me
Look, ayo I walk along this harbor of life and sit on the piers
on my pain 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 niggas I'm
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 know 'em
No more, the coke numbed 'em, no suicide from 'em
They killin' theyselves, slowly killin'
Five iPhones dropped, my nigga still in the
He said he 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 cried
When that boy that the cops shot died, my wide open from shock
Sick and tired of hopin' stop
This pen the only hope that I got, I open up shot, and out

Got you want, I got what you need
My heart on my sleeve, watch me bleed, I out!
is the team, my team ill and the feins
And ye' ain't as you seem, and we can tell, nigga
Fuck what you think, cause if your shit stink
my shit won't 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 four whores on the top floor
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 dick be sore, leave bitches walkin' 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 Flex get money, from me
Cole world but my neck get
Now I don't fuck around hoes from reality shows
Or blow up dolls, cause I don't like havin' sex with dummies, me
No disrespect meant, honey, just a compilation of my observations
While trapped in this nation
Shit, but we makin' conversation
I've been thinkin' me and you 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!