Luyện nghe bài hát Dead President Heads

Uh
We in counting dead president heads
Up in the years, it's been up in the mills of dead heads and counting
They put pictures of dead president 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, all the way to Japan racking up yen
Now I'm all the way
And I'm acting like Dennis in Vegas, stacking up
I'm a young boy, armed, dangerous
To those who want to come and try or change him
While they're living in anguish, while I'm living in real harmony
Energy around me blend like falsettos, tenors, and bass
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
y'all are looking at our sales
I'm a motherfucking army
I'm [?] than 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 'cause I gun through faith, gave enterprise
Niggas get crowned quick these
this, best this, king that, we ain't seen that
All we see around clique is squad cars
Niggas need to be crown vicked days
Stop kicking it, you couldn't fit in my old
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 Marshall after copy his whole reference
Like we won't send an firing squad to their studio
That will Basquiat their whole
A lot of dope, but none concern me though
I got that Pac, Big L, Pun flow
I got that that weed, taking that last drag in
And in the infirmary glow
I'll hit your broad in the bladder with this ball dagger
Have her hollering "not the knife" she having an orgasm
And all of her juices is haul-assing the thighs
God dropped me off in the drop with the crossroads with crossed toes and dotted
I'm not alive, I born, I got a ride
Uh, get your popcorn, 'cause I've arrived
This is Cam Newton throwing bullets with the shooting
This is beat submission from Bas
the [?] edition 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 not, but you will be looking at your last new year
Ha, boo-ya, bombs Baghdad
Compliments 7 Mile, Fenkell Ave, Cash and Poo Bear
With the residents just go blasting there
I ain't stressing none of you poindexter responses
I ain't tongue wrestling with no artist unless it's
Nigga this, God, Gandhi, labcoat
Mixed together with leather like Plies 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 diss track could tear your whole act up like the Zombies
Whipping the Mac truck with Scott, hitting your Macbook
I'm not a pioneer, I'm the of a dying prayer
Living in forever, ever, ever, ever, in laughter
And ever since that heffer put me on
I ain't 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 Mason
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 actually
I'm psychology nowadays, she say she bad
I'll brainwash her like Hollywood 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 feel sobriety, young'n, or fall in line
Uh, now, I'm piranha dipping in waters of Flint with 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
This bitch me do I got at least 50 shades
the other day
I said, "come here, let me kick
I got more 50 shades and just grey is the colorway"
I game my momma a pic of myself in a big
And a card 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 drawers
the winner fall on the track
Let nature 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 flow yo petrol rants
You
that new black Bent, blue Aston
This that who dat who askin ?
'99 the Outsidaz me I wouldn't last
I'm too
But I am, two boys two girls two errors in
And they over there on and heroin
Forks in careers so that's real embarrassin'
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 sparingly
I'm torn between get along, fight, and why we
Fuck the Stitches
If I to show up, I'm slashin' your 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 whole
Down to subtract for a of folks
favorite artist a diva
I put leaves around the heads of like drawings of Ceasar
Wake me the sleepers are done ignoring me, bruh
I'll be flying with a tank of gas
On
If you from the block, watch y'all
y'all daughters, cuz I saw murder
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 this way to say I've come this far
Coppin' with black cards
There's no limit it comes to this art
No need for followers
I dodged
I'm the non-equivocal black and at
Listenin' to a Timbaland track in a in Calabasas
I'm that same little and Battle Cat kid
Addict pen and pad scenematics spazzin'
wit' a bitch about as bad as my spendin' habits
I got askin' can I have it
All the valuables I in this world, I had to take it
Had to open King Tut's tomb up in my
Had to separate fear from respect then
Get rid of your
Time to doubts and
Think about it, there's two sculptors Gutzon and Lincoln
Who carved dead president
Who got paid president heads by the president
To move a
art deco
We keep the shit rockin' like the dails of Art
Stompin' through this hip-hop shit it's our step show
We
We should have bar mitzvahs for bars
We the
We shoot bar missles 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