Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Presidents II

Presidents to me
I'm out for to represent me
I'm out for fuckin' presidents to represent me

others spit that Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerate
Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the shit
out my dreams until my heart give out
Involved with cream, you know exactly what this shit's
Fuck y'all Handling since a teen, I dish out
Like the point guard off your team, without doubt
My ain't rosy but I roll with it
My was fine 'til the dough hit it and told me that the Mo' did it
And now it's kosher, is so Hasidic
I blow a digit on a diamond in a but no bitches
Watch how I'm cause even the thoroughest niggas be narkin'
Tryin' to strike a bargain hoping that they get pardoned
Shit I'm involved got me pins and needles
And my breeds the wickedest evil thoughts that this sport'll feed you
Peep facts, in the game so deep fiends catch ya
Freeze off my knee cap, can believe that?
Got the drinking Cristals, re-up the fee
Rappers going broke, to keep up with me
My to riches surprised the bitches: think harder
You know nigga, Jay-Z, Shawn Carter
G.S. the up, dress the fuck up
Watch me shine a Breitling, begets the fuck up
All rhymers forget it like
Small timers, I said it, I'm all dramas
to me

Presidents to me
I'm out for to represent me
I'm out for fuckin' presidents to represent me

So sick of niggas, "I want money Cosby" (who wouldn't?)
This the kinda talk that make me you probably ain't got no pudding
Niggas got them kinda from Jay
You in the streets, nigga, make moves, get your mill
coast in the SL but can't post bail
Niggas'll a L but scared to throw your toast, well
I'm here to tell niggas it ain't all
There's heaven, then there's hell
One day you're cruising in your 7, next day you're sweating, forgetting lies
Alibis ain't matching up, bullshit up
Hit with the RICO, they repo your
Everything was all good just a ago
'Bout to start bitching ain't you? Ready to snitching ain't you?
I'll your weak ass; hustling just ain't you
Aside from the fast cars, honeys that they ass at bars
You know you wouldn't be
With the underworld dealers, carriers of
East Coast bodiers, Coast cap-peelers
monkey niggas turn gorillas
Stopped at the station, up on octane
And now they not sane and not playing, that goes without
Slaying day in and day out with money playing, they play you out
Trying to escape my own mind, the enemy
infinity with presidencies, you know?

Dead fuckin' to represent me
Dead fuckin' to represent me
Dead fuckin' presidents to me
Dead fuckin' to represent me

Presidents to me
I'm out for presidents to me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to me