Luyện nghe bài hát Dead President Heads

Uh
We in here counting 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 went and put dead heads on mountains
How we ain't gon' 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, stacking up
I'm a young boy, armed, dangerous
To those who want to come and try harm or him
While living in anguish, while I'm living in real nigga harmony
Energy around me blend like falsettos, tenors, and bass
All is on God level
All memories formed in from the 70s
And all to all dinners and plates
And all to the cartels, and we out on a yacht
And you know how we know we are and you not?
Because y'all are looking at our
I'm a motherfucking army
I'm more [?] all, I put the our in our sales
Uh, I'm the one they generalize
Every time I come through straight, their wave
Why? It's probably 'cause I gun through faith, enterprise
Niggas get crowned quick these
Street this, this, king that, we ain't seen that
All we see around your clique is squad
Niggas need to be crown these days
Stop kicking it, you fit in my old socks
Let my shoes
I'm not a street nigga, I'm just a chip off the old
I ain't rocked with an since '07
Niggas dissed after they copy his whole reference
Like we won't send an actual firing squad to studio
That will their whole session
A lot of niggas dope, but concern me though
I got Pac, Big L, Pun eternity flow
I got that that weed, taking that last drag in
And in the infirmary glow
I'll hit broad in the gall 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 eyes
I'm not alive, I born, I got a ride
Uh, get your popcorn, idolize 'cause I've
This is Cam throwing bullets with the band shooting
This is submission from Bas Rutten
the [?] edition of [?]
Nigga, pay your dues, you're due here
This rules, you're looking at the wrong paper, this bad news
Relax junior, you still think 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 no artist unless it's Ashanti
Nigga this, God, Gandhi, labcoat
Mixed together with leather bathrobes like 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 diss track tear your whole act up like the Flatbush Zombies
Whipping the Mac truck with Scott, hitting your Macbook
I'm not a pioneer, I'm the last of a dying
Living in forever, ever, ever, ever, ever in
And ever since that heffer put me on
I fucked 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 named Delores, I let her sit on this Mason dick
Rappers blew up and get to shouting out
I to thank 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
probably brainwash her like Hollywood to Stacey Dash
A lot of guys out slanging for a belt buckle like Pootie
Wada-Tah!
5'9" the illest MC of all time right now and all the
Kneel right in of me like feel sobriety, young'n, or fall in line
Uh, right now, I'm piranha in waters of Flint with the Slaughters and Em
Come on in, dummy, the fine
Sniff around, I smell like money, I ain't hard to find
I'm big things
This asked me do I got at least 50 shades
the other day
I said, "come here, let me game
I got more 50 shades and just grey is the colorway"
I my momma a pic of myself in a big frame
And a card said "bitch, I'm Rick James" for Mother's Day
Uh, I just thank the Lord and for more
I just the skirt of the devil
I don't really how you're dressing
Nigga, I'm just out to take your drawers
the winner fall on the track
Let nature take it's
I'm a product of the old Death Row
I ain't a fan of his, he might want to be standin'
I come with the cannon not the
I Shannon Briggs, but let's go champ
Let's slow
Kill you with the first and give you seven more,
Best flow versus yo rants
You
This new black Bent, blue Aston
This who dat against who askin ?
'99 the told me I wouldn't last
I'm too
But here I am, two boys two girls two in
And they there on pills and heroin
in they careers so that's real embarrassin'
If I just get you clean through my charities
I might just let you breathe through me
But then again, I not cuz I don't write sparingly
I'm torn between get along, fight, and why we
the Stitches approach
If I have to up, I'm slashin' your throat
arms are too O.G. Maco to box with O.G. Wacko the G.O.A.T
I'm not a factor, I'm the whole
Down to for a fraction of folks
Your favorite artist a
I put leaves the heads of non-believers like drawings of Ceasar
me when the sleepers are done ignoring me, bruh
I'll be flying a full tank of gas
On
If you from the block, y'all sons
Watch y'all daughters, cuz I saw
Slaughter much as much as I saw hot sauce and hot dog
I came a way from wishin' under the stars
But I ain't come all of this way just to say come this far
Coppin' paintbrushes with black
There's no limit when it comes to art
No need for twitter
I prison
I'm the non-equivocal black and at
Listenin' to a Timbaland track in a villa in
I'm that same little and Battle Cat kid
specialty pen and pad scenematics spazzin'
Fuckin' a bitch about as bad as my spendin' habits
I got nowhere 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 from respect then admiration
Get rid of fears
Time to remove and
Think about it, there's two sculptors Gutzon and Lincoln
Who dead president heads
Who got dead president heads by the president
To move a
Contemprary art
We keep the shit like the dails of Art Basel
Stompin' through this hip-hop like it's our step show
We
We should have bar mitzvahs for these
We the
We should shoot bar missles these bars
Beat the odds, look at the car see the
Don't be surprised, just
We runnin' for president
So, we ain't worth
Unless we