Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Presidents

Rather you me
If you've been with me since Port of Miami
It's been hell of a journey
M-m-maybach
nun' changed nigga
Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, a lil' more violent
it on America
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 inside the
But I that she's missing all the edges
I run the game by running with the felons
Pour out the Judy, got rich calisthenics
Walking in the room, sipping on the beverage
I know the judge so I got a lot of
Pissing on these is a fetish (R. Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s smoking on a (all ready)
Your get a dime, you never wrote a letter
Still in a box, got her acapella
Can't trust no people fucking with the
I got a chopper, but don't me be the devil
He knocking on the and all the Baswares
Gave me where I'm hiding in the last verse

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

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 pussy at the airport
I got molly green dollars on my
Bussing a hundred bales in the bath tub
Fuck this pussy 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 catching bodies, no relations
I was stacking Ben Franklins posted in
rocking two times in a row, that's a repeat
And I'm niggas hoes cus they easy
I'm in here fucking niggas wives, balls
She gotta fuck like she love she need me
I got my Maybach flooded all with TVs
I make a movie every single 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
Let's go to trial, we guilty proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead them presidents
Dead presidents, them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, sentences
Let's go to trial, we till proven innocent

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

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