Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican featJuelz Santana

Now is what they've been waiting for
Ya dig,
F.
Ay
up man
What you been on nigga?
Oh you know, I got new album
And prolly on my album, ya dig
Oh I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and my next album too nigga
That's it is
But dig this, wanna know what we been workin' on together
that "I Can't Feel My Face Shit" they know that
So if they thought the South and the North was gonna collide
Guess what, we did
I'm feelin' a black Republican
Naw, I can't it
More like a black Democrat runnin' 'em out of
Barack Obama, I'm all for it
The Rock of has now fallen, on ya
I protect my land a farmer
Pockets chubby like Tikara
Or should I say fat like the
Tote big guns like I'm playin' Contra
Y'all washed up like money that's
funny, I'm bonkers
Honest, girls strapped to my dick like a
Rock star, flier than an
And I cover east, west, north, south a compass
I shine forever, never tarnish
Money buried behind my house like a
All green, my bank account's like a
I Can't Feel My Face is gettin'
And is my accomplice, ya dig
A black activist like Carson
Stripes of a sergeant, me
And chicks, I get 'em
Higher turbulence is
White Phantom, so Fergielicious
I'm the city of big drugs and murder victims
Its get rich, go to and be a murder victim
Ai!
Now all listen
If you can't the heat, get out the kitchen
I feel a black Republican
Tote a MAC'n
Act so southern n' die for my
Money, money,
money Mac and publishing
One life to live, never ask for a
Streets call but the heat me feel covenant
Been done had cake day late like Anne
Fly like an eagle but no I'm no
Boy you better go eat some soup with your mom n'
And my is on another continent
I am Cash Money, no counterfeit
I parkin' lot pimp I just politick
But I get all in her mouth parlithins
New always it to the inner
from the city where the glitter don't glimmer
The sun don't shine and the guns don't
Pick a ass up like he got somewhere to be
And we wanna let the world
This is not a song either people
We don't them we dismiss 'em, ya dig
or step aside, ya dig
We let the music talk, 3
And by the way, it's Santana, I'm
Weezy!
You dudes gotta stand in the mirror backwards you can't face yourself

DipSet for
Money, whaddup
Young