Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Presidents

Rather you me
If you've been fucking with me since Port of
It's hell of a fucking journey
M-m-maybach
Ain't changed nigga
Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a more violent
it on America
it
Beat

I'm pulling off the lot, I the cash
Her bright, don't give a fuck about her past
Her ass be looking inside the leggings
But I know that missing all the edges
I run the game just by with the felons
Pour out the Judy, got rich calisthenics
in the court room, sipping on the beverage
I know the judge so I got a lot of
on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s on a seven (all ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you wrote a letter
in a box, got her rapping acapella
Can't trust no people with the presser
I got a chopper, but don't make me be the
He knocking on the and all the Baswares
Gave me addresses where I'm hiding in the verse

Dead presidents, them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' militant
go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead them dead
Dead presidents, them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, fair
Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven

I got thirty white bitches Tommy Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I make blood
On my passport, and I'm geechie as fuck
I got wet stripper at the airport
I got molly green on my transport
Bussing down a bales in the bath tub
Fuck this Philippine in some house shoes
I got dope money, nigga, I got war
This the on the hammer, ain't no dance moves
I was on the [??] stupid, hanging with my Haitians
Murder's on the news, all front
Gunning and catching bodies, ain't no
I was stacking Ben Franklins posted in
They rocking two times in a row, a repeat
And I'm fucking niggas cus they easy
I'm in fucking niggas wives, balls breezy
She gotta fuck she love like she need me
I got my flooded all with extra TVs
I a movie every single fucking day
I John Travolta when I flood Patek face

Dead presidents, dead them presidents
Dead presidents, them dead presidents
go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
Let's go to trial, we guilty proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead them dead
Dead presidents, dead them presidents
sentences, fair, fair sentences
Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven

go!
Hands on niggas, got the yellow bracelet
Check off in my pocket like the pages
Fuck you niggas woes, when I was ashing
in the chop, I keep it classy nigga
Build a empire, that's whats my state of mind
Motherfuck 'em all, yeah that's my state of mind
the block sober there, we call it Lego land
Meanwhile the kids like its Amsterdam
Dope boy prez, you who got the truths
Sixteen when I bought my first
Legend in my just like I'm Escobar
Never dirty in the extra car

Dead presidents, them dead presidents
presidents, dead them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas
Let's go to trial, we guilty till innocent
Dead presidents, dead them dead
presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, sentences
Let's go to trial, we till proven innocent