Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Presidents II

Presidents to me
I'm out for to represent 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 until my heart give out
Involved with cream, you know exactly what this about
y'all mean? Handling since a teen, I dish out
Like the point off your favorite team, without doubt
My life ain't but I roll with it
My mind was '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
how I'm walking cause even the thoroughest niggas be narkin'
Tryin' to strike a bargain hoping that they might get
Shit I'm involved with got me and needles
And my cerebral breeds the evil thoughts that this sport'll feed you
facts, in the game so deep fiends could catch ya
Freeze off my knee cap, can believe that?
Got the city Cristals, re-up the fee
Rappers going broke, to keep up with me
My rise to riches surprised the bitches: think
You know this nigga, Jay-Z, Carter
G.S. the fuck up, dress the up
Watch me shine like a Breitling, the fuck up
All rhymers it like Alzheimer's
Small timers, I said it, I'm addressing all
to me

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

So sick of niggas, "I want like Cosby" (who wouldn't?)
the kinda talk that make me think you probably ain't got no pudding
Niggas got them dreams from Jay
You in the streets, nigga, make moves, get your mill
Niggas'll coast in the SL but can't bail
Niggas'll roast a L but scared to throw your toast,
I'm here to tell niggas it ain't all
There's heaven, then there's niggas
One day you're in your 7, next 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 just a ago
'Bout to start bitching ain't you? Ready to start snitching ain't
I'll forgive your weak ass; just ain't you
Aside from the fast cars, honeys that shake ass at bars
You you wouldn't be involved
With the underworld dealers, carriers of
East bodiers, West Coast cap-peelers
Little niggas 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 with money playing, then play you out
Trying to escape my own mind, the enemy
Representing with presidencies, you know?

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

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