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 president and counting
put pictures of dead president heads on green, long papers
Then and put dead president heads on mountains
How we ain't gon' it?
You what

I went women asking "what's the scent of your fragrance?" to center of attention
To in Vegas, then all the way to Japan racking up yen
Now I'm all the way
And I'm acting Dennis in Vegas, stacking up wins
I'm a young black boy, armed,
To who want to come and try harm or change him
While they're living in anguish, while I'm living in real harmony
Energy around me blend together like falsettos, tenors, and
All intelligence is on God
All formed in melodies from the 70s
And all to all dinners and plates
And all hail to the cartels, and we out on a
And you how we know that we are and you not?
Because y'all are looking at our
I'm a motherfucking army
I'm more [?] than all, I put the our in our
Uh, I'm the one they generalize
time I come through straight, their wave minimize
Why? It's probably 'cause I gun faith, gave enterprise
Niggas get crowned quick these
this, best this, king that, we ain't seen that
All we see around your clique is squad
Niggas need to be crown vicked days
Stop it, you couldn't fit in my old socks
Let alone my
I'm not a nigga, I'm just a chip off the old block
I ain't with an entourage since '07
Niggas dissed after they copy his whole reference
Like we won't send an firing squad to their studio
That will their whole session
A lot of niggas dope, but none me though
I got that Pac, Big L, Pun flow
I got that blowing that weed, that last drag in
And tossed in the glow
I'll hit your broad in the gall bladder with this ball
Have her hollering "not the knife" she having an orgasm
And all of her is haul-assing down the thighs
God dropped me off in the drop the crossroads with crossed toes and dotted eyes
I'm not alive, I born, I got a ride
Uh, get your popcorn, idolize I've arrived
is Cam Newton throwing bullets with the band shooting
This is beat submission Bas Rutten
This the [?] of [?]
Nigga, pay your dues, past due here
This cash rules, you're looking at the wrong paper, bad news
Relax junior, you still you're in high school
But you're not, but you will be looking at your new year
Ha, boo-ya, over Baghdad
Compliments since 7 Mile, Fenkell Ave, Cash and Poo
the residents just go blasting through there
I stressing 'bout none of you poindexter responses
I ain't tongue wrestling with no artist it's Ashanti
Nigga this, God, Gandhi, Kevlon
Mixed together leather bathrobes like Plies and Fonzi
Cool science, I'm around and giants
You there, here
No one can hear you crying where I'm at, the tier
One diss could tear your whole act up like the Flatbush Zombies
Whipping the Mac with Travis Scott, hitting your Macbook
I'm not a pioneer, I'm the of a dying prayer
Living in forever, ever, ever, ever, ever in
And ever since heffer put me on MediaTakeOut
I ain't a basic bitch since
I got sophisticated bitches coming to my place asking "is it to sit?"
I said, "only if you to take a shit"
Country chick named Delores, I let her sit on this Mason
blew up and get to shouting out designers
I to thank my notebook, it got me out of the binders
Blacks had each other's 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 to Stacey Dash
A lot of guys out 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, now, I'm piranha dipping in waters of Flint with the Slaughters and Em
on in, dummy, the water's fine
Sniff around, I smell just like money, I hard to find
I'm big things
This bitch me do I got at least 50 shades
the other day
I said, "come here, let me kick
I got more than 50 shades and just is the colorway"
I game my momma a pic of in a big frame
And a card that said "bitch, I'm James" for Mother's Day
Uh, I thank the Lord and pray for more
I lifted the skirt of the devil
I don't really care how you're
Nigga, I'm out here to take your drawers
Make the winner on the track
Let take it's 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 with the 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 versus yo rants
You
This that new black Bent, Aston
that who dat against who askin ?
'99 the Outsidaz told me I wouldn't
I'm too
But here I am, two boys two girls two in
And they over there on pills and
Forks in careers so that's real embarrassin'
If I just get you clean through my charities
I might just let you breathe me vicariously
But then again, I might not cuz I don't sparingly
I'm between get along, fight, and why can't we
Fuck the approach
If I have to show up, I'm slashin' throat
Your arms are too O.G. Maco to box with O.G. 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 are done ignoring me, bruh
be flying with a full tank of gas
On
If you from the block, watch y'all
Watch y'all daughters, cuz I saw
Slaughter much as much as I saw hot sauce and hot dog
I a long way from wishin' under the stars
But I ain't come all of way just to say I've come this far
Coppin' paintbrushes black cards
There's no limit it comes to this art
No for twitter followers
I dodged
I'm the non-equivocal and at large
Listenin' to a Timbaland track in a villa in
I'm that same little Cringer and Cat kid
Addict pen and pad scenematics spazzin'
Fuckin' wit' a bitch as bad as my spendin' habits
I got askin' can I have it
All the valuables I have in this world, I had to it
Had to open King tomb up in my imagination
Had to separate fear respect then admiration
Get rid of fears
to remove doubts and
Think about it, two sculptors named Gutzon and Lincoln
Who carved dead heads
Who got paid president heads by the president
To a mountain
art deco
We keep the shit rockin' like the of Art Basel
Stompin' through this hip-hop shit like our step show
We
We should have bar mitzvahs for these
We the
We should shoot bar with these bars
the odds, look at the car see the rides
Don't be surprised, just
We runnin' for president
So, we worth shit
Unless we