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 at the top expires this year
No application, I'm higher this
This a dedication to bitch who slashed my nigga tires, oh yeah
I knew about you, bitch I about you
Came up on a good nigga, he ain't a clue about you
Tried to tell nigga, don't trust that bitch as far as you can smell a nigga
But you live and you
On road to riches niggas bound to miss a few turns
Don't let the bridges that you cross into bridges you burn
You're bound to a few turns
let the bridges that you.. fuck it, you don't hear me
Look, ayo I walk along this long of life and sit on the piers
Reflect on my and shit on my fears
Should I feel an of guilt that I outdid all my peers?
Or write my in the sky and show them niggas I'm here?
This one is for the history books, picture me or failin'
This is of the dreamer
Misery took a million of my niggas' from 'em, don't even know some 'em
No more, the coke numbed 'em, no suicide from 'em
They theyselves, slowly killin' theyselves
Five iPhones dropped, my nigga 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
Cause see a goin' on outside, I 'bout cried
When that boy the cops shot died, my mouth wide open from shock
Sick and tired of hopin' it'll
This pen the only that I got, I open up shot, and break out

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

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War stories, got tour
Pop four on the top floor stories
know, every verse is worth a brick of blow
Just a 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 bitches walkin' 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 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 neck get
Now I fuck 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 a compilation of my observations
While trapped in this nation
Shit, but since we makin'
I've been thinkin' me and you would a bangin' combination
I know you mad, I know what I said
But my dick be arguin' with my head, all you the bed, well if so let's break out!