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, your reign at the top expires year
No application, I'm higher year
a dedication to that bitch who slashed my nigga 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 smell a
But you and you learn
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 miss a few
Don't let the bridges that you.. fuck it, you don't me
Look, ayo I walk along this long 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 them niggas I'm
This one is for the history books, picture me 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 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 you strong to get up out it, we need you home
Cause see a war's goin' on outside, I 'bout
When that boy that the shot died, my mouth wide open from shock
Sick and tired of hopin' stop
pen the only hope that I got, I open up shot, and break out

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

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War stories, got stories
Pop four whores on the top stories
Niggas know, every verse is worth a of blow
a seven figure nigga got the game in figure four
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 next bitch,
Your new chick, that's my ex-bitch, homie, in fact I'm logged in her Netflix, homie
Just sure 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 neck get
Now I don't around with hoes from reality shows
Or blow up dolls, cause I don't like sex with dummies, love me
No disrespect meant, honey, this just a compilation of my
While trapped in this God-forsaken
Shit, but we makin' conversation
I've been thinkin' me and you 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 break out!