Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge of the Dreamers

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I'm in the zone this year, all fire, nigga check my attire
Your worst fear is confirmed, your reign at the top this year
No application, I'm this year
This a dedication to that bitch who slashed my 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, don't trust that bitch as far as you can a nigga
But you live and you
On these road to riches bound to miss a few turns
Don't let the bridges you cross turn into bridges you burn
You're bound to miss a few
Don't let the bridges you.. fuck it, you don't hear me
Look, ayo I walk along this harbor of life and sit on the piers
Reflect on my pain and on my fears
Should I feel an ounce of 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, me shook or failin'
is revenge of the dreamer
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
killin' theyselves, slowly killin' theyselves
Five iPhones dropped, my still in the cell
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 war's on outside, I 'bout cried
When that boy that the cops shot died, my mouth wide open from
Sick and tired of hopin' it'll
This pen the hope that I got, I open up shot, and break out

Got you want, I got what you need
My heart on my sleeve, watch me bleed, I out!
Dreamville is the team, my team ill and the
And ye' ain't as you seem, and we can tell, nigga
Fuck you think, cause if your shit don't stink
Nigga my won't sink, cause it can't, I break out!
I gotta break the fuck up here
is the team, my team 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
Niggas know, every verse is a brick of blow
Just a seven figure nigga got the game in four
I at times I'm hypocritical, you niggas dig it though
I fuck my dick be sore, leave bitches walkin' pigeon toe and break out!
On to the next bitch,
Your new chick, that's my ex-bitch, homie, in I'm still logged in her Netflix, homie
Just make 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 get sunny
Now I fuck around with hoes from reality shows
Or blow up dolls, cause I don't like havin' sex dummies, love me
No meant, honey, this just a compilation of my observations
trapped in this God-forsaken nation
Shit, but we makin' conversation
been thinkin' 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, well if so let's out!