Luyện nghe bài hát Dead President Heads

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

I went women 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, up wins
I'm a black boy, armed, dangerous
To those who want to come and try harm or him
While they're living in anguish, while I'm living in nigga harmony
Energy around me blend together like falsettos, tenors, and
All intelligence is on God
All formed in melodies from 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 that we are and you
Because are looking 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 can't
Every time I come through straight, wave minimize
Why? It's probably I gun through faith, gave enterprise
Niggas get crowned these days
Street this, best this, king that, we ain't that
All we see around clique is squad cars
Niggas to be crown vicked these days
Stop kicking it, you fit in my old socks
Let my shoes
I'm not a street nigga, I'm just a off the old block
I ain't rocked with an entourage '07
Niggas Marshall after they copy his whole reference
Like we won't send an actual firing to their studio
That will their whole session
A lot of niggas dope, but none me though
I got Pac, Big L, Pun eternity flow
I got that blowing weed, taking that last drag in
And tossed in the glow
I'll hit your broad in the gall bladder this ball dagger
Have her hollering "not the knife" 'til she 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 wasn't born, I got a
Uh, get your popcorn, idolize I've arrived
This is Cam Newton throwing with the band shooting
is beat submission from Bas Rutten
This the [?] of [?]
Nigga, pay your dues, you're past due
This cash rules, you're looking at the paper, this bad news
Relax junior, you still think you're in high
But you're not, but you will be looking at your last new
Ha, boo-ya, bombs over
Compliments 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 unless it's Ashanti
Nigga this, God, Gandhi, labcoat
Mixed together with leather like Plies and Fonzi
Cool science, I'm lions and giants
You there, Ryan's
No one can hear you crying I'm at, the highest tier
One diss track tear your whole act up like the Flatbush Zombies
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, ever in
And ever since that heffer put me on
I fucked a basic bitch since
I got bitches coming to my place asking "is it safe to sit?"
I said, "only if you have to a shit"
Country chick Delores, I let her sit on this Mason dick
Rappers up and get to shouting out designers
I to thank my notebook, it got me out of the binders
never had each other's backs
Rappers saying "All Matter"? Okay, now we're actually spineless
I'm psychology nowadays, she say she bad
I'll probably her like Hollywood to Stacey Dash
A lot of guys out slanging for a belt buckle like Pootie
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 fall in
Uh, right now, I'm piranha dipping in waters of Flint the Slaughters and Em
Come on in, dummy, the water's
Sniff around, I smell just like money, I ain't to find
I'm doing big
This bitch asked me do I got at 50 shades
the other day
I said, "come here, let me game
I got more than 50 shades and grey is the colorway"
I my momma a pic of myself in a big frame
And a card that said "bitch, I'm James" for Mother's Day
Uh, I just the Lord and pray for more
I just lifted the of the devil
I don't really care how dressing
Nigga, I'm just out to take your drawers
Make the winner on the track
Let take it's course
I'm a product of the old Row camp
I ain't a fan of his, he might want to be clear
I come with the not the cameras
I ain't Shannon Briggs, but go champ
Let's slow
Kill you with the first and give you seven more,
Best versus yo petrol rants
You
This that new Bent, blue Aston
This that who dat against who ?
'99 the Outsidaz me I wouldn't last
I'm too
But here I am, two boys two two errors in
And they there on pills and heroin
in they careers so that's real embarrassin'
If I could just get you clean my charities
I might let you breathe through me vicariously
But then again, I not cuz I don't write sparingly
I'm between get along, fight, and why can't we
Fuck the Stitches
If I have to show up, I'm slashin' your
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 whole
Down to subtract for a of folks
Your favorite artist a
I put leaves around the of non-believers like 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 y'all
Watch daughters, cuz I saw murder
Slaughter as much as I saw hot sauce and hot dog water
I came a long way from wishin' under the
But I ain't come all of this way to say I've come this far
Coppin' with black cards
There's no limit when it to this art
No need for followers
I prison
I'm the non-equivocal and at large
Listenin' to a Timbaland in a villa 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 nowhere askin' can I it
All the valuables I have in world, I had to take it
Had to open King Tut's tomb up in my
Had to separate fear from 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 paid dead president heads by the
To a mountain
art deco
We keep the shit rockin' like the dails of Art
Stompin' through this hip-hop shit like our step show
We
We should have bar mitzvahs for these
We the
We should shoot bar missles these bars
the odds, look at the car see the rides
Don't be surprised, just
We ain't for president
So, we worth shit
Unless we