Luyện nghe bài hát Dead President Heads

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We in counting dead 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 dead president on mountains
How we ain't make it?
You know

I went from women "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 black boy, armed,
To those who want to come and try or change him
While they're living in anguish, while I'm in real nigga harmony
Energy around me blend together falsettos, tenors, and bass
All intelligence is on God
All formed in melodies from the 70s
And all to all dinners and plates
And all to the cartels, and we out on a yacht
And you how we know that we are and you not?
Because y'all are at our sales
I'm a motherfucking army
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 wave
Why? It's probably I gun through faith, gave enterprise
Niggas get crowned these days
this, best this, king that, we ain't seen that
All we see around your clique is squad
Niggas need to be crown vicked these
kicking it, you couldn't fit in my old socks
Let alone my
I'm not a street nigga, I'm just a off the old block
I ain't with an entourage since '07
Niggas Marshall after they copy his whole reference
Like we won't an actual firing squad to their studio
will Basquiat their whole session
A lot of niggas dope, but concern me though
I got that Pac, Big L, Pun 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 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 with the crossroads with crossed toes and dotted eyes
I'm not alive, I wasn't born, I got a
Uh, get popcorn, idolize 'cause I've arrived
This is Cam throwing bullets with the band shooting
is beat submission from Bas Rutten
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 you're in high
But you're not, but you will be looking at your new year
Ha, boo-ya, bombs over
Compliments since 7 Mile, Ave, Cash and Poo Bear
the residents just go blasting through there
I ain't stressing none of you poindexter responses
I ain't tongue wrestling with no unless it's Ashanti
Nigga this, God, Gandhi, Kevlon
Mixed together with leather like Plies and Fonzi
science, I'm around lions and giants
You there, here
No one can hear you crying where I'm at, the tier
One track could tear your whole act up like the Flatbush Zombies
Whipping the Mac truck with Travis Scott, hitting Macbook
I'm not a pioneer, I'm the of a dying prayer
Living in forever, ever, ever, ever, ever in
And since that heffer put me on MediaTakeOut
I ain't fucked a basic 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 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 other's backs
Rappers saying "All Lives Matter"? Okay, now actually spineless
I'm psychology nowadays, she say she bad
probably brainwash her like Hollywood to Stacey Dash
A lot of guys out for a belt buckle like Pootie Tang
Wada-Tah!
5'9" the illest MC of all time now and all the time
right in front of me like feel sobriety, young'n, or fall in line
Uh, right now, I'm piranha dipping in of Flint with the Slaughters and Em
on in, dummy, the water's fine
Sniff around, I just like money, I ain't hard 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 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 just thank the and pray for more
I just the skirt of the devil
I don't care how you're dressing
Nigga, I'm just out here to your drawers
Make the fall on the track
Let nature it's course
I'm a of the old Death Row camp
I ain't a fan of his, he want to be standin' clear
I come with the cannon not the
I ain't Shannon Briggs, but let's go
Let's slow
Kill you with the and give you seven more, necromance
flow versus yo petrol rants
You
This new black Bent, blue Aston
This that who dat against who ?
'99 the Outsidaz told me I last
I'm too
But here I am, two boys two two errors in
And they over there on and heroin
Forks in they so that's real embarrassin'
If I could get you clean through my charities
I might let you breathe through me vicariously
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 up, I'm slashin' 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 whole
Down to subtract for a fraction of
Your favorite a diva
I put leaves around the heads of non-believers drawings of Ceasar
Wake me the sleepers are done ignoring me, bruh
I'll be flying a full tank of gas
On
If you the block, watch y'all sons
y'all 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 come all of this way to say I've come this far
paintbrushes with black cards
There's no limit when it to this art
No for twitter followers
I dodged
I'm the non-equivocal and at large
Listenin' to a Timbaland track in a in Calabasas
I'm same little Cringer and Battle Cat kid
specialty pen and pad scenematics spazzin'
Fuckin' wit' a 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 up in my imagination
Had to separate fear from then admiration
Get rid of fears
Time to doubts and
Think about it, there's two sculptors named and Lincoln
Who carved dead president
Who got paid dead president heads by the
To a mountain
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 should shoot bar missles these bars
Beat the odds, at the car see the rides
be surprised, just realize
We runnin' for president
So, we ain't shit
we alive