Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Presidents

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

I'm pulling off the lot, I bought the
Her bright, don't give a fuck about her past
Her ass be good inside the leggings
But I that she's missing all the edges
I run the game just by with the felons
Pour out the Judy, got nigga calisthenics
Walking in the court room, sipping on the
I the judge so I got a lot of leverage
Pissing on these bitches is a (R. Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s smoking on a (all ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you never a letter
Still in a box, got her rapping
Can't trust no people fucking with the
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 last

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

I got white bitches like Tommy Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I blood money
On my third passport, and I'm geechie as
I got wet pussy 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 money, nigga, I got war wounds
the culture on the hammer, ain't no dance moves
I was posted on the [??] stupid, hanging my Haitians
on the news, all front pages
Gunning and bodies, ain't no relations
I was stacking Ben Franklins posted in
They rocking two in a row, that's a repeat
And I'm fucking niggas cus they easy
I'm in here fucking niggas wives, breezy
She gotta fuck like she like she need me
I got my Maybach flooded all extra TVs
I make a every single fucking day
I Travolta when I flood that Patek face

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

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

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