Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Presidents

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

Gimmie my money, man, why else would a nigga be (right)
I'm for diamonds, dog, how else could a nigga be shining?(true)
I'm glowing, knowing that the intact,
Get this record deal, I swear to God, my first 'mil I'm that! (haha)
Now, fuck it I know I'll grow it back, shit, it's nothing,
Funny how blacks spend their money on mad for stuntin,'(yea)
But shit, that's all we man, thats how a niggas raised (true),
You learn bout two things: pussy, getting paid. (uh)
And you be gettin' laid by the time you in ninth grade,
So niggas lying on they dick and giving nice brain, yea.
In dreamin' bout having these nice things, (uh)
And then you around and wonder why you strugglin'
But them ain't. (hmmm)
I brush it off like, "fuck it, motivation,"(yea)
Some gotta walk through life, some niggas roller skating, (uh)
Some niggas bypassing steps, some niggas to take 'em. (yea)
And for that fortune, man, niggas sold their soul to Satan,
But it man, I ain't hatin,' I gotta go for mines.
My little God-sister now, I put in overtime,
On my grind, yea, just the nigga making Fortunes,
I'm focused, on my bite, like a cobra, I'm tryna get my on.
These hoes is crying cuz I pay 'em attention, (nah)
Time is money, bitch, and a payin tuition, (ahaha)
Real hustle by using their intuition, (yup)
these 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 make a nigga wink at the to get that cheese,
You couldn't think at my level, even with trees,
You couldn't get this with a shovel, now nigga, please,
I'm chasing G's throw some diamonds on them freeze,
Sick shit, sneeze on thousand-dollar sleeves.
Ease to the top and I'm not finna 'til I'm hot,
But my gotta breeze, a south nigga,
Boy, I'm shining without the in my mouth,
Out grindin' while you on your 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