Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Presidents II

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

While others spit that Wonderama shit, me and my
Shall remain anonymous, up in the finest shit
out my dreams until my heart give out
Involved with cream, you know what this shit's about
Fuck y'all mean? Handling since a teen, I out
Like the point guard off your favorite team, without
My life ain't rosy but I roll it
My mind was fine 'til the hit it and told me that the Mo' did it
And now it's kosher, shit is so
I blow a digit on a diamond in a minute but no
Watch how I'm walking cause even the niggas be narkin'
Tryin' to strike a bargain hoping that might get pardoned
Shit I'm involved with got me and needles
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 believe that?
Got the drinking Cristals, re-up the fee
Rappers going broke, tryin' to keep up me
My rise to riches surprised the bitches: harder
You this nigga, Jay-Z, Shawn Carter
G.S. the fuck up, the fuck up
Watch me like a Breitling, begets the fuck up
All rhymers forget it Alzheimer's
timers, I said it, I'm addressing all dramas
to me

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

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

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