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 my shoulders off and drop my next album too nigga
That's it is
But dig this, they 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 runnin' '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
Pockets chubby like Tikara
Or I say fat like the Parkers
Tote big guns like I'm playin' Contra
Y'all up like money that's laundered
Y'all funny, I'm
Honest, girls strapped to my dick like a
Rock star, flier an ostrich
And I cover east, west, north, south 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 started
And is my accomplice, ya dig
A black activist like Sonny
of a sergeant, salute me
And chicks, I get 'em
Higher turbulence is
White Phantom, lookin' so
I'm the city of big drugs and murder victims
Its get rich, go to jail and be a murder
Ai!
Now all y'all
If you can't the heat, get out the kitchen
I feel like a black
Tote a MAC'n
Act so n' die for my brethren
Money, money,
Like Mac and publishing
One life to live, never ask for a
Streets but the heat make me feel covenant
Been done had cake day late like Anne
Fly an eagle but no I'm no Donovan
Boy you better go eat some with your mom n' them
And my is on another continent
I am Cash Money, no counterfeit
I don't parkin' lot I just politick
But I get all in her like parlithins
New represent it to the inner
Come from the city where the don't glimmer
The sun don't shine and the don't sleep
a nigga's ass up like he got somewhere to be
And we wanna let the world
This is not a song either people
We don't diss we dismiss 'em, ya dig
or step aside, ya dig
We let the music talk, 3
And by the way, Santana, I'm back
Weezy!
You dudes gotta in the mirror backwards 'cause you can't face yourself

DipSet for
Money, whaddup
Young