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 fear is confirmed, reign at the top expires this year
No application, I'm this year
This a dedication to that bitch who my nigga tires, oh yeah
I knew about you, bitch I about you
Came up on a nigga, he ain't have 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 to riches niggas bound to miss a few turns
let the bridges that you cross 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 long harbor of life and sit on the piers
Reflect on my and shit on my fears
Should I feel an ounce of guilt that I outdid all my
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 took a million of my hopes from 'em, don't even know some 'em
No more, the numbed 'em, no suicide notes from 'em
killin' theyselves, slowly killin' theyselves
Five iPhones dropped, my nigga still in the
He said he God, shit, I doubt it, to each his own
Whatever keeps you strong to get up out it, we need you
see a war's goin' on outside, I 'bout cried
When that boy that the cops died, my mouth wide open from shock
Sick and tired of hopin' it'll
This pen the only hope that I got, I open up shot, and out

Got what you want, I got what you
My heart on my sleeve, watch me bleed, I out!
is the team, my team ill and the feins
And ye' real as you seem, and we can tell, nigga
Fuck what you think, cause if your don't stink
Nigga my shit won't sink, it can't, I break out!
I gotta break the fuck up outta
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 four whores on the top stories
know, every verse is worth a brick of blow
Just a seven figure nigga got the game in figure
I know at times I'm hypocritical, you niggas dig it
I fuck my dick be sore, leave 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 she cook you breakfast, homie
Her bacon slimmin' but her eggs get runny,
So bombs, you'd think Flex 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 like havin' sex with dummies, me
No disrespect meant, honey, this just a of my observations
While trapped in this nation
Shit, but since we makin'
I've been me and you would 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, if so let's break out!