Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Presidents

Let me try this,
Uh,
coming soon,
I'm out for Presidents to me,
up nigga?
Yea niggaaaa, yea, uh,

Gimmie my money, man, why else a nigga be grinding? (right)
I'm for them diamonds, dog, how could a nigga be shining?(true)
I'm glowing, that the flow intact,
Get this deal, I swear to God, my first 'mil I'm blowing that! (haha)
Now, like fuck it I know I'll grow it back, shit, nothing,
Funny how spend their money on mad shit for stuntin,'(yea)
But shit, that's all we know man, thats how a niggas (true),
You learn bout two things: pussy, getting paid. (uh)
And you should be laid by the time you in ninth grade,
So lying on they dick and hoes giving nice brain, yea.
In class dreamin' bout having these things, (uh)
And you look around and wonder why you strugglin'
But them ain't. (hmmm)
I it off like, "fuck it, it's motivation,"(yea)
Some niggas gotta walk life, some niggas roller skating, (uh)
Some niggas steps, some niggas chose to take 'em. (yea)
And for that fortune, man, some niggas sold their to Satan,
But fuck it man, I ain't hatin,' I go for mines.
My little pregnant now, I put in overtime,
On my grind, yea, just like the nigga Fortunes,
I'm focused, on my bite, a cobra, I'm tryna get my Oprah on.
These hoes is crying cuz I pay 'em attention, (nah)
Time is money, bitch, and a nigga tuition, (ahaha)
Real niggas by using their intuition, (yup)
While these fake niggas ain't doing, they into wishin,'

Yeah,
uh,
I'm out for to represent me,
I'm Benjamins, nigga,
nigga,
Washingtons, man,
of those,
Yeah!

'Til I'm rich, ain't no to settle nigga,
Its greed make a nigga wink at the devil to get that cheese,
You niggas couldn't at my level, even with trees,
You couldn't get this with a shovel, now nigga, please,
I'm chasing G's tryna throw some diamonds on freeze,
Sick shit, on some thousand-dollar sleeves.
Ease to the top and I'm not finna leave I'm hot,
But my watch breeze, a south nigga,
Boy, I'm shining the diamonds in my mouth,
Out grindin' while you reclining on couch,
I'm climbing, you haters by the doubt,
My riding is devout, so talking violence out yo' mouth,
And you find what I'm about, nigga!
Far from a slouch, nigga, I ain't gonna