Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican featJuelz Santana

Now this is what they've 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
what it is
But dig this, they wanna know what we workin' on together
that "I Can't Feel My Face Shit" they know that
So if they ever thought the and the North was gonna collide
what, we already did
I'm like a black Republican
Naw, I can't it
More a black Democrat runnin' 'em out of office
Young Obama, I'm all for it
The Rock of has now fallen, on ya
I protect my land a farmer
Pockets stay chubby Tikara
Or should I say fat the Parkers
Tote big guns like I'm playin' Contra
Y'all washed up like money that's
Y'all funny, I'm
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, tarnish
Money behind my house like a garden
All green, my account's like a forest
I Can't Feel My Face is gettin'
And is my accomplice, ya dig
A black like Sonny Carson
Stripes of a sergeant, me
And chicks, I get 'em
Higher turbulence is
White Phantom, lookin' so
I'm from the city of big and murder victims
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 like a black Republican
Tote a Republican
Act so southern n' die for my
Money, money,
Like 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 go eat some soup with your 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 like parlithins
New always represent it to the
Come from the city where the glitter don't
The sun don't shine and the guns don't
Pick a ass up like he got somewhere to be
And we let the world know
This is not a diss either people
We diss them we dismiss 'em, ya dig
Recognize or aside, ya dig
We let the music talk, 3
And by the way, Santana, I'm back
Weezy!
You dudes stand in the mirror backwards 'cause you can't face yourself

DipSet for
Money, whaddup
Young