Luyện nghe bài hát Dead President Heads

Uh
We in here dead president heads
Up in the years, it's been up in the mills of dead heads and counting
They put pictures of president heads on green, long papers
Then went and put dead president on mountains
How we gon' make it?
You know

I went from women asking "what's the scent of your fragrance?" to center of
To dinners in Vegas, then all the way to racking up yen
Now I'm all the way
And I'm like Dennis in Vegas, stacking up wins
I'm a black boy, armed, dangerous
To those who to come and try harm or change him
While they're living in anguish, while I'm living in 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 hail to all and plates
And all hail to the cartels, and we out on a
And you know how we know we are and you not?
Because y'all are at our sales
I'm a one-man army
I'm more [?] all, I put the our in our sales
Uh, I'm the one they generalize
time I come through straight, their wave minimize
Why? It's 'cause I gun through faith, gave enterprise
get crowned quick these days
Street this, best this, king that, we ain't seen
All we see around your is squad cars
Niggas need to be crown these days
Stop kicking it, you fit in my old socks
Let my shoes
I'm not a nigga, I'm just a chip off the old block
I ain't rocked an entourage since '07
Niggas dissed Marshall after copy his whole reference
Like we won't send an actual firing squad to studio
That will Basquiat their whole
A lot of niggas dope, but none concern me
I got that Pac, Big L, Pun eternity
I got that blowing that weed, taking that drag in
And in the infirmary glow
I'll hit broad in the gall bladder with this ball dagger
her hollering "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 with crossed toes and dotted eyes
I'm not alive, I born, I got a ride
Uh, get your popcorn, idolize 'cause I've
This is Cam Newton throwing with the band shooting
This is beat submission from Bas
This the [?] of [?]
Nigga, pay your dues, you're due here
This cash rules, you're 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 your last new
Ha, boo-ya, over Baghdad
Compliments since 7 Mile, Fenkell Ave, Cash and Poo
With the residents go blasting through there
I ain't stressing none of you poindexter responses
I ain't tongue wrestling with no artist it's Ashanti
Nigga this, God, Gandhi, labcoat
Mixed together with bathrobes like Plies and Fonzi
Cool science, I'm around lions and
You there, Ryan's
No one can hear you crying where I'm at, the highest
One diss track could tear your whole act up like the Flatbush
Whipping the Mac truck Travis Scott, hitting your Macbook
I'm not a pioneer, I'm the last of a prayer
Living in forever, ever, ever, ever, in laughter
And ever since that heffer put me on
I ain't fucked a basic bitch
I got sophisticated bitches coming to my asking "is it safe to sit?"
I said, "only if you to take a shit"
Country chick Delores, I let her sit on this Mason dick
Rappers blew up and get to out designers
I to thank my notebook, it got me out of the binders
Blacks never had each backs
Rappers saying "All Lives Matter"? Okay, now we're actually
I'm psychology nowadays, she say she bad
I'll probably her like Hollywood to Stacey Dash
A lot of out slanging for a belt buckle like Pootie Tang
Wada-Tah!
5'9" the illest MC of all right now and all the time
Kneel in front of me like feel sobriety, young'n, or fall in line
Uh, right now, I'm piranha dipping in waters of with the Slaughters and Em
Come on in, dummy, the water's
around, I smell just like money, I ain't hard to find
I'm doing big
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 shades and grey is the colorway"
I game my momma a pic of myself in a big
And a card that "bitch, I'm Rick James" for Mother's Day
Uh, I just thank the Lord and pray for
I just the skirt of the devil
I don't really care how dressing
Nigga, I'm just out to take your drawers
Make the fall on the track
Let take it's course
I'm a of the old Death Row camp
I ain't a fan of his, he might to be standin' clear
I with the cannon not the cameras
I ain't Shannon Briggs, but go champ
Let's dance
Kill you the first and give you seven more, necromance
Best versus yo petrol rants
You
This new black Bent, blue Aston
This that who dat who askin ?
'99 the Outsidaz told me I wouldn't
I'm too
But I am, two boys two girls two errors in
And they over on pills and heroin
Forks in they careers so real embarrassin'
If I could get you clean through my charities
I might just let you breathe through me
But again, I might not cuz I don't write sparingly
I'm between get along, fight, and why can't we
Fuck the approach
If I have to show up, I'm your throat
Your arms are too O.G. to box with O.G. Wacko the G.O.A.T
I'm not a factor, I'm the problem
Down to for a fraction of folks
Your favorite artist a
I put leaves around the heads of non-believers drawings of Ceasar
Wake me when the sleepers are done me, bruh
I'll be flying with a full of gas
On
If you from the block, watch sons
Watch daughters, cuz I saw murder
Slaughter much as as I saw hot sauce and hot dog water
I came a long way wishin' under the stars
But I ain't all of this way just to say I've come this far
paintbrushes with black cards
There's no when it comes to this art
No for twitter followers
I dodged
I'm the non-equivocal black and at
Listenin' to a track in a villa in Calabasas
I'm that little Cringer and Battle Cat kid
Addict specialty pen and pad spazzin'
Fuckin' wit' a about 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 King tomb up in my imagination
Had to fear from respect then admiration
Get rid of your
to remove doubts and
Think about it, there's two sculptors Gutzon and Lincoln
Who carved dead heads
Who got dead president heads by the president
To move a
Contemprary art
We keep the rockin' like the dails of Art Basel
Stompin' through hip-hop shit like it's our step show
We
We should bar mitzvahs for these bars
We the
We shoot bar missles with these bars
the odds, look at the car see the rides
Don't be surprised, realize
We ain't for president
So, we worth shit
Unless we