Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Presidents

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

I'm pulling off the lot, I the cash
Her future bright, don't give a fuck her past
Her ass be looking good inside the
But I that she's missing all the edges
I run the just by running with the felons
Pour out the Judy, got rich calisthenics
in the court room, sipping on the beverage
I know the so I got a lot of leverage
Pissing on these is a fetish (R. Kelly)
loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you never a letter
Still in a box, got her acapella
Can't trust no people with the presser
I got a chopper, but don't me be the devil
He knocking on the and all the Baswares
me addresses where I'm hiding in the last verse

Dead presidents, dead them dead
Dead presidents, dead them presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas
Let's go to trial, we till proven innocent
Dead presidents, them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead
Fair sentences, fair, sentences
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 third passport, and I'm as fuck
I got wet stripper at the airport
I got molly dollars on my transport
Bussing down a hundred bales in the tub
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some shoes
I got dope money, nigga, I got war
the culture on the hammer, ain't no dance moves
I was on the [??] stupid, hanging with my Haitians
on the news, all front pages
Gunning and catching bodies, ain't no
I was Ben Franklins posted in Fiji
They two times in a row, that's a repeat
And I'm niggas hoes cus they easy
I'm in here fucking niggas wives, breezy
She gotta fuck like she love like she me
I got my Maybach flooded all with TVs
I make a every single fucking day
I John Travolta when I that Patek face

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

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

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