Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Presidents

Rather you me
If you've been fucking me since Port of Miami
It's been hell of a journey
M-m-maybach
nun' changed nigga
Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a more violent
Blame it on
it
Beat

I'm pulling off the lot, I bought the
Her future bright, give a fuck about her past
Her ass be looking good the leggings
But I know that missing all the edges
I run the game by running with the felons
Pour out the Judy, got rich nigga
Walking in the room, sipping on the beverage
I the judge so I got a lot of leverage
Pissing on these bitches is a (R. Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s on a seven (all ready)
Your get a dime, you never wrote a letter
Still in a box, got her acapella
Can't no people fucking with the presser
I got a chopper, but don't me be the devil
He on the door and all the Baswares
Gave me addresses where I'm hiding in the verse

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

I got thirty white like Tommy Lee
I drug money, nigga, I make blood money
On my third passport, and I'm geechie as
I got wet pussy at the airport
I got molly dollars on my transport
down a hundred bales in the bath tub
Fuck Philippine pussy in some house shoes
I got dope money, nigga, I got war
This the culture on the hammer, no dance moves
I was posted on the [??] stupid, hanging my Haitians
Murder's on the news, all front
Gunning and catching bodies, no relations
I was stacking Ben Franklins posted in
They two times in a row, that's a repeat
And I'm niggas hoes cus they easy
I'm in fucking niggas wives, balls breezy
She gotta fuck like she love she need me
I got my flooded all with extra TVs
I a movie every single fucking day
I John Travolta I flood that Patek face

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

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

presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my niggas militant
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