Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge of the Dreamers

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I'm in the zone this year, it's all fire, nigga check my
worst fear is confirmed, your reign at the top expires this year
No application, I'm this year
This a dedication to that who slashed my nigga tires, oh yeah
I about you, bitch I knew about you
Came up on a nigga, he ain't have a clue about you
Tried to tell that nigga, don't trust that bitch as far as you can smell a
But you and you learn
On these road to riches niggas bound to miss a few
Don't let the bridges you cross turn into bridges you burn
bound to miss a few turns
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 pain and shit on my
Should I feel an ounce of guilt I outdid all my peers?
Or write my name in the sky and show them I'm here?
This one is for the history books, picture me shook or
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 notes 'em
killin' theyselves, slowly killin' theyselves
Five dropped, my nigga still in the cell
He said he found God, shit, I doubt it, to his own
Whatever keeps you strong to get up out it, we you home
see a war's goin' on outside, I 'bout cried
When that boy the cops shot died, my mouth wide open from shock
Sick and tired of it'll stop
pen the only hope that I got, I open up shot, and break out

Got what you want, I got you need
My heart on my sleeve, me bleed, I break out!
Dreamville is the team, my team ill and the
And ye' ain't real as you seem, and we can tell,
Fuck what you think, cause if your don't stink
Nigga my won't sink, cause it can't, I break out!
I gotta break the fuck up here
Dreamville is the team, my ill and the feins
And ye' ain't real as you seem, and we can tell,

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War stories, got tour
Pop whores on the top floor stories
Niggas know, every verse is a brick of blow
Just a seven figure nigga got the in figure four
I know at times I'm hypocritical, you niggas dig it
I until 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 I'm still logged in her Netflix, homie
Just sure she cook you breakfast, homie
Her bacon but her eggs get runny, funny
So many bombs, think Flex get money, from me
Cole but my neck get sunny
Now I don't fuck around with from reality shows
Or blow up dolls, cause I don't havin' sex with dummies, love me
No meant, honey, this just a compilation of my observations
While in this God-forsaken nation
Shit, but since we conversation
been thinkin' me and you would make a bangin' combination
I know that you mad, I what I said
But my dick be arguin' my head, all you with the bed, well if so let's break out!