Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge of the Dreamers

1]
I'm in the zone this year, it's all fire, nigga my attire
worst fear is confirmed, your reign at the top expires this year
No application, I'm higher this
This a dedication to that bitch who slashed my nigga tires, oh
I knew you, bitch I knew about you
Came up on a good nigga, he ain't have a about you
Tried to tell that nigga, trust that bitch as far as you can smell a nigga
But you and you learn
On these road to riches niggas bound to miss a few
Don't let the bridges that you cross turn into you burn
bound to miss a few turns
Don't let the that you.. fuck it, you don't hear me
Look, ayo I walk this long harbor of life and sit on the piers
Reflect on my and shit on my fears
Should I an ounce of guilt that I outdid all my peers?
Or my name in the sky and show them niggas I'm here?
This one is for the history books, picture me shook or
is revenge 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 notes 'em
They theyselves, slowly killin' theyselves
Five iPhones dropped, my still in the cell
He he found God, shit, I doubt it, to each his own
Whatever you strong to get up out it, we need you home
Cause see a goin' on outside, I 'bout cried
When boy that the cops shot died, my mouth wide open from shock
and tired of hopin' it'll stop
This pen the only hope that I got, I open up shot, and out

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

2]
War stories, got tour
Pop whores on the top floor stories
Niggas know, verse is worth a brick of blow
Just a seven figure nigga got the game in four
I know at times I'm hypocritical, you dig it though
I fuck until my dick be sore, leave bitches walkin' toe and break out!
On to the bitch, homie
Your new chick, that's my ex-bitch, homie, in fact I'm still logged in her Netflix,
Just sure she cook you breakfast, homie
Her slimmin' but her eggs get runny, funny
So many bombs, you'd think 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 like sex with dummies, love me
No meant, honey, this just a compilation of my observations
While trapped in this nation
Shit, but we makin' conversation
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 with the bed, well if so break out!