Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Presidents

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

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

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

'Til I'm rich, no reason to settle nigga,
Its greed that a nigga wink at the devil to get that cheese,
You niggas couldn't think at my level, even trees,
You couldn't get this deep a shovel, now nigga, please,
I'm chasing G's tryna some diamonds on them freeze,
Sick shit, sneeze on thousand-dollar sleeves.
to the top and I'm not finna leave 'til I'm hot,
But my gotta 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 gonna find I'm about, nigga!
Far from a slouch, nigga, I ain't gonna