Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge of the Dreamers

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I'm in the zone year, it's all fire, nigga check my attire
Your worst fear is confirmed, your reign at the top expires year
No application, I'm this year
This a dedication to that bitch who slashed my tires, oh yeah
I knew about you, I knew about you
Came up on a good nigga, he ain't have a about you
to tell that nigga, don't trust that bitch as far as you can smell a nigga
But you and you learn
On road to riches niggas bound to miss a few turns
Don't let the bridges that you cross turn into you burn
You're bound to a few turns
Don't let the bridges that you.. fuck it, you hear me
Look, ayo I walk along this long harbor of and sit on the piers
Reflect on my pain and on my fears
Should I feel an ounce of guilt 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, me shook or failin'
This is of the dreamer
Misery took a million of my niggas' hopes from 'em, don't know some 'em
No more, the coke numbed 'em, no notes 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 strong to get up out it, we you home
Cause see a war's goin' on outside, I cried
that boy that the cops shot died, my mouth wide open from shock
Sick and of hopin' it'll stop
This pen the only hope 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 ill and the feins
And ye' real as you seem, and we can tell, nigga
Fuck what you think, cause if shit don't stink
Nigga my shit won't sink, cause it can't, I out!
I gotta break the fuck up 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 stories
Pop four whores on the top floor
Niggas know, every verse is worth a brick of
Just a seven nigga got the game in figure four
I know at I'm hypocritical, you niggas dig it though
I fuck until my 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 sure she cook you breakfast,
Her bacon but her eggs get runny, funny
So many bombs, you'd Flex get money, from me
Cole world but my get sunny
Now I don't fuck around hoes from reality shows
Or blow up dolls, cause I don't like havin' sex with dummies, me
No disrespect meant, honey, this just a of my observations
While trapped in this nation
Shit, but we makin' conversation
been thinkin' me and you would make a bangin' combination
I know that you mad, I know what I
But my dick be arguin' with my head, all you with the bed, if so let's break out!