Luyện nghe bài hát Dead President Heads

Uh
We in here counting dead heads
Up in the years, it's been up in the mills of dead president heads and
They put pictures of president heads on green, long papers
Then went and put dead heads on mountains
How we ain't make it?
You what

I went from asking "what's the scent of your fragrance?" to center of attention
To dinners in Vegas, then all the way to Japan up yen
Now I'm all the way
And I'm acting like Dennis in Vegas, stacking up
I'm a black boy, armed, dangerous
To those who want to come and try or change him
While living in anguish, while I'm living in real nigga harmony
Energy me blend together like falsettos, tenors, and bass
All is on God level
All memories formed in melodies the 70s
And all to all dinners and plates
And all hail to the cartels, and we out on a
And you know how we that we are and you not?
Because y'all are looking at our
I'm a motherfucking one-man
I'm more [?] than all, I put the our in our
Uh, I'm the one they generalize
Every time I come through straight, their minimize
Why? It's probably 'cause I gun through faith, gave
Niggas get quick these days
Street this, best this, that, we ain't seen that
All we see around your clique is cars
Niggas need to be crown vicked days
Stop kicking it, you fit in my old socks
Let my shoes
I'm not a street nigga, I'm a chip off the old block
I rocked with an entourage since '07
Niggas dissed Marshall they copy his whole reference
Like we send an actual firing squad to their studio
That will Basquiat their session
A lot of niggas dope, but none concern me
I got Pac, Big L, Pun eternity flow
I got that blowing weed, taking that last drag in
And tossed in the infirmary
I'll hit broad in the gall bladder with this ball dagger
Have her hollering "not the knife" she having an orgasm
And all of her juices is down the thighs
God dropped me off in the drop with the crossroads with crossed toes and eyes
I'm not alive, I wasn't born, I got a
Uh, get your popcorn, 'cause I've arrived
This is Cam Newton bullets with the band shooting
This is beat submission from Bas
This the [?] of [?]
Nigga, pay your dues, you're past due
This cash rules, you're looking at the wrong paper, bad news
junior, you still think you're in high school
But you're not, but you be looking at your last new year
Ha, boo-ya, bombs over
since 7 Mile, Fenkell Ave, Cash and Poo Bear
With the residents go blasting through there
I ain't stressing 'bout none of you responses
I ain't tongue wrestling with no artist it's Ashanti
Nigga this, God, Gandhi, labcoat
Mixed together with leather bathrobes like and Fonzi
science, I'm around lions and giants
You there, here
No one can hear you where I'm at, the highest tier
One track could tear your whole act up like the Flatbush Zombies
Whipping the Mac truck with Travis Scott, hitting your
I'm not a pioneer, I'm the of a dying prayer
in forever, ever, ever, ever, ever in laughter
And ever since that heffer put me on
I fucked a basic bitch since
I got sophisticated bitches coming to my place "is it safe to sit?"
I said, "only if you have to a shit"
Country chick named Delores, I let her sit on this dick
Rappers blew up and get to out designers
I like to thank my notebook, it got me out of the
Blacks never had each other's
Rappers saying "All Lives Matter"? Okay, now actually spineless
I'm psychology nowadays, she say she bad
I'll probably brainwash her like Hollywood to Dash
A lot of out slanging for a belt buckle like Pootie Tang
Wada-Tah!
5'9" the MC of all time right now and all the time
Kneel right in front of me like feel sobriety, young'n, or in line
Uh, right now, I'm piranha dipping in of Flint with the Slaughters and Em
Come on in, dummy, the water's
Sniff around, I smell just like money, I hard to find
I'm big things
bitch asked me do I got at least 50 shades
Just the day
I said, "come here, let me kick
I got more 50 shades and just grey is the colorway"
I my momma a pic of myself in a big frame
And a that said "bitch, I'm Rick James" for Mother's Day
Uh, I just thank the Lord and for more
I just lifted the of the devil
I don't care how you're dressing
Nigga, I'm just out here to take your
Make the winner on the track
Let nature take course
I'm a product of the old Death Row
I ain't a fan of his, he might to be standin' clear
I come the cannon not the cameras
I ain't Briggs, but let's go champ
Let's slow
Kill you with the first and give you more, necromance
Best flow versus yo rants
You
This that new black Bent, blue
This that who dat who askin ?
'99 the Outsidaz told me I last
I'm too
But here I am, two boys two two errors in
And they over on pills and heroin
Forks in they so that's real embarrassin'
If I could just get you clean my charities
I might just let you breathe through me
But then again, I not cuz I don't write sparingly
I'm torn between get along, fight, and why we
the Stitches approach
If I to show up, I'm slashin' your throat
arms are too O.G. Maco to box with O.G. Wacko the G.O.A.T
I'm not a factor, I'm the whole
Down to subtract for a of folks
Your favorite artist a
I put around the heads of non-believers like drawings of Ceasar
Wake me when the sleepers are done ignoring me,
I'll be flying with a full of gas
On
If you from the block, watch sons
y'all daughters, cuz I saw murder
Slaughter as much as I saw hot sauce and hot dog water
I came a long way from under the stars
But I ain't all of this way just to say I've come this far
Coppin' paintbrushes with cards
There's no limit when it comes to art
No for twitter followers
I dodged
I'm the black and at large
Listenin' to a Timbaland track in a villa in
I'm that same little Cringer and Cat kid
specialty pen and pad scenematics spazzin'
Fuckin' a bitch about as bad as my spendin' habits
I got askin' can I have it
All the I have in this world, I had to take it
Had to open King tomb up in my imagination
Had to separate fear respect then admiration
Get rid of your
to remove doubts and
Think about it, there's two named Gutzon and Lincoln
Who carved dead heads
Who got dead president heads by the president
To move a
Contemprary art
We keep the shit rockin' like the of Art Basel
Stompin' through this hip-hop like it's our step show
We
We should have bar for these bars
We the
We should shoot bar missles with bars
Beat the odds, look at the car see the
Don't be surprised, just
We ain't runnin' for
So, we ain't shit
Unless we