Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican featJuelz Santana

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

DipSet for
Money, whaddup
Young