Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Presidents

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

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

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
Dead presidents, dead dead presidents
sentences, fair, fair sentences
Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven

I got thirty white bitches like Lee
I make money, nigga, I make blood money
On my passport, and I'm geechie as fuck
I got wet stripper at the airport
I got molly dollars on my transport
down a hundred bales in the bath tub
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some shoes
I got money, nigga, I got war wounds
This the culture on the hammer, no dance moves
I was posted on the stupid, hanging with 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 fucking niggas hoes cus they
I'm in fucking niggas wives, balls breezy
She gotta like she love like she need me
I got my Maybach all with extra TVs
I a movie every single fucking day
I John Travolta when I flood that Patek

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

go!
Hands on these niggas, got the bracelet
Check off in my pocket the yellow 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
'em all, yeah that's whats my state of mind
Keep the block sober there, we call it Lego
Meanwhile the kids smoking its Amsterdam
boy prez, you know who got the truths
Sixteen when I bought my rollie
Legend in my hood just I'm Escobar
Never riding dirty in the car

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