Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Presidents II

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

While others spit Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerate
Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest
Live out my dreams until my heart out
Involved with cream, you exactly what this shit's about
Fuck y'all mean? Handling since a teen, I out
Like the point guard off your favorite team, doubt
My life ain't rosy but I roll it
My mind was fine 'til the dough hit it and told me the Mo' did it
And now it's kosher, shit is so
I a digit on a diamond in a minute but no bitches
Watch how I'm cause even the thoroughest niggas be narkin'
Tryin' to a bargain hoping that they might get pardoned
Shit I'm involved with got me pins and
And my cerebral breeds the wickedest evil thoughts that this sport'll you
facts, in the game so deep fiends could catch ya
Freeze off my knee cap, can y'all that?
Got the city drinking Cristals, the fee
Rappers going broke, to keep up with me
My rise to riches surprised the bitches: harder
You know nigga, Jay-Z, Shawn Carter
G.S. the fuck up, the fuck up
Watch me shine like a Breitling, the fuck up
All forget it like Alzheimer's
Small timers, I it, I'm addressing all dramas
to me

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

So of niggas, "I want money like Cosby" (who wouldn't?)
This the kinda talk that me think you probably ain't got no pudding
got them kinda dreams from Jay
You in the streets, nigga, make moves, get your mill
coast in the SL but can't post bail
Niggas'll roast a L but scared to throw your toast,
I'm here to tell niggas it all swell
There's heaven, then there's hell
One day you're cruising in your 7, day you're sweating, forgetting your lies
Alibis ain't up, bullshit catching up
Hit with the RICO, repo your vehicle
Everything was all good a week ago
'Bout to start bitching you? Ready to start snitching ain't you?
I'll forgive your weak ass; hustling just you
Aside from the fast cars, honeys that shake ass at bars
You know you wouldn't be
the underworld dealers, carriers of mac-millers
East Coast bodiers, West cap-peelers
Little monkey turn gorillas
Stopped at the station, filled up on
And now they not sane and not playing, that goes saying
Slaying day in and day out money playing, then they play you out
Trying to escape my own mind, lurking the
infinity with presidencies, you know?

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

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