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
put pictures of dead president heads on green, long papers
Then went and put dead president heads on
How we gon' make it?
You what

I went from women asking "what's the scent of your fragrance?" to of attention
To in Vegas, then all the way to Japan racking up yen
Now I'm all the way
And I'm like Dennis in Vegas, stacking up wins
I'm a young boy, armed, dangerous
To who want to come and try harm or change him
While they're living in anguish, while I'm living in real nigga
Energy around me together like falsettos, tenors, and bass
All is on God level
All formed in melodies from the 70s
And all hail to all dinners and
And all to the cartels, and we out on a yacht
And you know how we 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
Every time I come through straight, their minimize
Why? It's probably 'cause I gun through faith, gave
Niggas get quick these days
Street this, best this, king that, we seen that
All we see around your clique is cars
Niggas need to be crown vicked these
Stop it, you couldn't fit in my old socks
Let my shoes
I'm not a street nigga, I'm a chip off the old block
I ain't with an entourage since '07
dissed Marshall after they copy his whole reference
Like we won't send an actual firing squad to studio
That Basquiat their whole session
A lot of niggas dope, but none concern me
I got that Pac, Big L, Pun eternity
I got blowing that weed, taking that last drag in
And tossed in the infirmary
I'll hit your broad in the gall bladder this ball dagger
Have her hollering "not the knife" 'til she having an
And all of her juices is haul-assing down the
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, idolize 'cause I've
This is Cam Newton throwing with the band shooting
This is beat submission from Bas
the [?] edition of [?]
Nigga, pay dues, you're past due here
This cash rules, you're looking at the wrong paper, this bad
Relax junior, you still think you're in school
But you're not, but you will be looking at your last new
Ha, boo-ya, bombs over
Compliments since 7 Mile, Ave, Cash and Poo Bear
With the residents just go blasting through
I ain't 'bout none of you poindexter responses
I tongue wrestling with no artist 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, Ryan's
No one can hear you crying I'm at, the highest tier
One diss could tear your whole act up like the Flatbush Zombies
Whipping the Mac truck with Travis Scott, hitting your
I'm not a pioneer, I'm the last of a dying
in forever, ever, ever, ever, ever in laughter
And ever since that heffer put me on
I ain't fucked a bitch since
I got sophisticated bitches coming to my place asking "is it to sit?"
I said, "only if you have to a shit"
chick named Delores, I let her sit on this Mason dick
Rappers up and get to shouting out designers
I like to my notebook, it got me out of the binders
Blacks never had other's backs
Rappers saying "All Matter"? Okay, now we're actually spineless
I'm into nowadays, she say she bad
I'll probably brainwash her like to Stacey Dash
A lot of guys out slanging for a buckle like Pootie Tang
Wada-Tah!
5'9" the MC of all time right now and all the time
Kneel right in 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
on in, dummy, the water's fine
Sniff around, I smell just money, I ain't hard to find
I'm big things
This bitch asked me do I got at least 50
the other day
I said, "come here, let me game
I got more than 50 and just grey is the colorway"
I game my a pic of myself 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 lifted the skirt of the devil
I don't care how you're dressing
Nigga, I'm just out to take your drawers
the winner fall on the track
Let take it's course
I'm a product of the old Death Row
I a fan of his, he might want to be standin' clear
I come the cannon not the cameras
I ain't Shannon Briggs, but let's go
Let's dance
Kill you with the and give you seven more, necromance
Best flow yo petrol rants
You
This that new 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 there on pills and heroin
Forks in careers so that's real embarrassin'
If I just 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 torn get along, fight, and why can't we
Fuck the Stitches
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 subtract for a of folks
Your artist a diva
I put around the heads of non-believers like drawings of Ceasar
Wake me when the sleepers are done ignoring me,
be flying with a full tank of gas
On
If you from the block, watch sons
Watch daughters, cuz I saw murder
Slaughter much as much as I saw hot and hot dog water
I came a long way from wishin' under the
But I ain't come all of this way just to say I've this far
paintbrushes with black cards
There's no limit when it comes to 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 Cringer and Cat kid
Addict pen and pad scenematics spazzin'
Fuckin' wit' a bitch as bad as my spendin' habits
I got nowhere can I have it
All the valuables I have in world, I had to take it
Had to King Tut's tomb up in my imagination
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 president
Who got paid dead heads by the president
To a mountain
Contemprary art
We the shit rockin' like the dails of Art Basel
Stompin' through this hip-hop shit it's our step show
We
We have bar mitzvahs for these bars
We the
We should shoot bar with these bars
Beat the odds, at the car see the rides
be surprised, just realize
We ain't runnin' for
So, we worth shit
Unless we