Luyện nghe bài hát Dead President Heads

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

I went from women asking "what's the 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 like Dennis in Vegas, stacking up wins
I'm a young boy, armed, dangerous
To those who to come and try harm or change him
While they're living in anguish, while I'm in real nigga harmony
Energy around me together like falsettos, tenors, and bass
All intelligence is on God
All memories formed in melodies the 70s
And all hail to all 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 are looking at our sales
I'm a motherfucking one-man
I'm more [?] than all, I put the our in our
Uh, I'm the one can't generalize
Every time I come through straight, their minimize
Why? It's probably 'cause I gun through faith, enterprise
get crowned quick these days
Street this, best this, king that, we ain't that
All we see around your is squad cars
Niggas need to be crown vicked days
Stop it, you couldn't fit in my old socks
Let my shoes
I'm not a street nigga, I'm a chip off the old block
I ain't rocked with an since '07
dissed Marshall after they copy his whole reference
Like we won't send an actual firing squad to their
That will their whole session
A lot of niggas dope, but concern me though
I got that Pac, Big L, Pun eternity
I got blowing that weed, taking that last drag in
And tossed in the infirmary
I'll hit your broad in the gall bladder with this dagger
Have her "not the knife" 'til she having an orgasm
And all of her is haul-assing down the thighs
God dropped me off in the drop with the crossroads with crossed and dotted eyes
I'm not alive, I born, I got a ride
Uh, get popcorn, idolize 'cause I've arrived
is Cam Newton throwing bullets with the band shooting
This is beat from Bas Rutten
This the [?] of [?]
Nigga, pay your dues, you're due here
cash rules, you're looking at the wrong paper, this bad news
Relax junior, you still think in high school
But you're not, but you will be looking at last new year
Ha, boo-ya, bombs Baghdad
Compliments since 7 Mile, Ave, Cash and Poo Bear
With the residents just go through there
I ain't stressing 'bout none of you responses
I ain't tongue wrestling with no artist unless it's
this, God, Gandhi, Kevlon labcoat
Mixed together with leather bathrobes Plies and Fonzi
Cool science, I'm around and giants
You there, Ryan's
No one can hear you crying where I'm at, the tier
One diss track could tear your whole act up like the Zombies
Whipping the Mac with Travis Scott, hitting your Macbook
I'm not a pioneer, I'm the last of a dying
Living in forever, ever, ever, ever, in laughter
And since that heffer put me on MediaTakeOut
I ain't fucked a basic since
I got bitches coming to my place asking "is it safe to sit?"
I said, "only if you to take a shit"
Country chick named Delores, I let her sit on Mason dick
Rappers blew up and get to out designers
I like to my notebook, it got me out of the binders
Blacks never had each backs
Rappers saying "All Lives Matter"? Okay, now we're spineless
I'm psychology nowadays, she say she bad
I'll probably brainwash her like Hollywood to Dash
A lot of guys out slanging for a belt buckle like Pootie
Wada-Tah!
5'9" the illest MC of all right now and all the time
Kneel right in of me like feel sobriety, young'n, or fall in line
Uh, right now, I'm piranha dipping in waters of Flint the Slaughters and Em
Come on in, dummy, the fine
around, I smell just like money, I ain't 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 than 50 and just grey is the colorway"
I game my a pic of myself in a big frame
And a that said "bitch, I'm Rick James" for Mother's Day
Uh, I thank the Lord and pray for more
I lifted the skirt of the devil
I really care how you're dressing
Nigga, I'm just out here to take your
Make the fall on the track
Let nature it's course
I'm a product of the old Death Row
I ain't a fan of his, he might want to be clear
I come the cannon not the cameras
I ain't Shannon Briggs, but let's go
slow dance
Kill you with the first and you seven more, necromance
Best flow yo petrol rants
You
This that new Bent, blue Aston
that who dat against who askin ?
'99 the told me I wouldn't last
I'm too
But here I am, two boys two girls two in
And they over on pills and heroin
Forks in they careers so that's real
If I could get you clean through my charities
I might just let you breathe me vicariously
But then again, I might not cuz I don't write
I'm between get along, fight, and why can't we
Fuck the Stitches
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 a diva
I put leaves around the of non-believers like drawings of Ceasar
me when the sleepers are done ignoring me, bruh
I'll be flying a full tank of gas
On
If you from the block, watch sons
Watch y'all daughters, cuz I saw
Slaughter much as much as I saw hot and hot dog water
I came a way from wishin' under the stars
But I ain't come all of way just to say I've come this far
Coppin' paintbrushes with black
There's no limit when it comes to art
No for twitter followers
I prison
I'm the non-equivocal black and at
Listenin' to a Timbaland track in a in Calabasas
I'm that same Cringer and Battle Cat kid
Addict specialty pen and pad scenematics
Fuckin' wit' a bitch as bad as my spendin' habits
I got askin' can I have it
All the valuables I have in world, I had to take it
Had to open Tut's tomb up in my imagination
Had to fear from respect then admiration
Get rid of fears
to remove doubts and
Think it, there's two sculptors named Gutzon and Lincoln
Who carved dead president
Who got paid dead president by the president
To a mountain
Contemprary art
We keep the shit rockin' like the of Art Basel
Stompin' through this hip-hop shit like it's our show
We
We should have bar mitzvahs for these
We the
We should shoot bar with these bars
Beat the odds, at the car see the rides
Don't be surprised, realize
We ain't for president
So, we worth shit
we alive