Luyện nghe bài hát Dead President Heads

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We in here dead president heads
Up in the years, it's been up in the mills of president heads and counting
They put pictures of dead president heads on green, long
Then went and put president heads on mountains
How we ain't gon' it?
You what

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 and try harm or change him
While they're living in anguish, while I'm living in real harmony
around me blend together like falsettos, tenors, and bass
All intelligence is on God
All memories formed in melodies the 70s
And all hail to all and plates
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 one-man army
I'm [?] than all, I put the our in our sales
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
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 alone my
I'm not a street nigga, I'm a chip off the old block
I ain't rocked an entourage since '07
Niggas dissed Marshall after copy his whole reference
we won't send an actual firing squad to their studio
That will their whole session
A lot of dope, but none concern me though
I got that Pac, Big L, Pun eternity
I got that blowing that weed, taking last drag in
And tossed in the infirmary
I'll hit your broad in the bladder with this ball dagger
Have her hollering "not the knife" 'til she an orgasm
And all of her juices is haul-assing down the
God dropped me off in the drop with the with crossed toes and dotted eyes
I'm not alive, I born, I got a ride
Uh, get your popcorn, idolize I've arrived
This is Cam throwing bullets with the band shooting
This is beat from Bas Rutten
This the [?] of [?]
Nigga, pay your dues, you're past due
This rules, you're looking at the wrong paper, this bad news
Relax junior, you think you're in high school
But you're not, but you will be looking at your last new
Ha, boo-ya, bombs Baghdad
Compliments since 7 Mile, Fenkell Ave, Cash and Poo
With the just go blasting through there
I ain't stressing 'bout none of you responses
I ain't wrestling with no artist unless it's Ashanti
Nigga this, God, Gandhi, Kevlon
Mixed together with leather bathrobes like and Fonzi
Cool science, I'm around lions and
You there, here
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, your Macbook
I'm not a pioneer, I'm the last of a prayer
in forever, ever, ever, ever, ever in laughter
And ever that heffer put me on MediaTakeOut
I ain't fucked a 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 named Delores, I let her sit on this Mason
Rappers up and get to shouting out designers
I like to my notebook, it got me out of the binders
never had each other's backs
Rappers saying "All Lives Matter"? Okay, now actually spineless
I'm into nowadays, she say she bad
I'll probably brainwash her like Hollywood to Stacey
A lot of guys out slanging for a buckle like Pootie Tang
Wada-Tah!
5'9" the illest MC of all time 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 with the and Em
on in, dummy, the water's fine
Sniff around, I smell just like money, I ain't hard to
I'm big things
This bitch asked me do I got at 50 shades
Just the day
I said, "come here, let me kick
I got than 50 shades and just grey is the colorway"
I my momma a pic of myself in a big frame
And a card that said "bitch, I'm Rick James" for Day
Uh, I just the Lord and pray for more
I just the skirt of the devil
I don't really care how you're
Nigga, I'm just out here to your drawers
Make the winner fall on the
Let nature take it's
I'm a product of the old Row camp
I ain't a fan of his, he want to be standin' clear
I with the cannon not the cameras
I ain't Shannon Briggs, but go champ
slow dance
Kill you with the first and give you more, necromance
Best flow yo petrol rants
You
that new black 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 over on pills and heroin
Forks in they careers so that's embarrassin'
If I could just get you clean through my
I might let you breathe through me vicariously
But again, I might not cuz I don't write sparingly
I'm torn get along, fight, and why can't we
Fuck the approach
If I have to show up, I'm slashin' throat
Your are too O.G. Maco to box with O.G. Wacko the G.O.A.T
I'm not a factor, I'm the problem
Down to for a fraction of folks
Your favorite artist a
I put around the heads of non-believers like drawings of Ceasar
me when the sleepers are done ignoring me, bruh
I'll be with 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 long way from wishin' under the
But I come all of this way just to say I've come this far
Coppin' paintbrushes with black
no limit when it comes to this art
No for twitter followers
I dodged
I'm the non-equivocal black and at
Listenin' to a track in a villa in Calabasas
I'm same little Cringer and Battle Cat kid
Addict specialty pen and pad scenematics
Fuckin' wit' a about 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 up in my imagination
Had to separate fear respect then admiration
Get rid of your
to remove doubts and
Think about it, there's two sculptors named and Lincoln
Who carved dead president
Who got paid dead president by the president
To a mountain
Contemprary art
We keep the rockin' like the dails of Art Basel
Stompin' through this hip-hop like it's our step show
We
We should bar mitzvahs for these bars
We the
We should shoot bar missles with bars
the odds, look at the car see the rides
Don't be surprised, realize
We runnin' for president
So, we ain't worth
Unless we