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

others spit that Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerate
Shall remain anonymous, up in the finest shit
Live out my until my heart give out
Involved with cream, you know exactly what this shit's
Fuck mean? Handling since a teen, I dish out
the point guard off your favorite 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 on a diamond in a minute but no bitches
how I'm walking cause even the thoroughest niggas be narkin'
Tryin' to a bargain hoping that they might get pardoned
Shit I'm with got me pins and needles
And my cerebral breeds the wickedest evil thoughts that this sport'll you
Peep facts, in the game so deep fiends catch ya
Freeze off my knee cap, can y'all that?
Got the drinking Cristals, re-up the fee
Rappers broke, tryin' to keep up with me
My rise to riches the bitches: think harder
You know nigga, Jay-Z, Shawn Carter
G.S. the fuck up, dress the up
Watch me shine a Breitling, begets the fuck up
All forget it like Alzheimer's
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 money like Cosby" (who wouldn't?)
This the kinda talk that make me think you probably got no pudding
Niggas got them kinda from Jay
You in the streets, nigga, make moves, get your mill
Niggas'll coast in the SL but can't post
Niggas'll roast a L but scared to throw toast, well
I'm here to niggas it ain't all swell
There's heaven, then there's niggas
One day cruising in your 7, next day you're sweating, forgetting your lies
ain't matching up, bullshit catching up
Hit with the RICO, they your vehicle
Everything was all just a week ago
'Bout to bitching ain't you? Ready to start snitching ain't you?
I'll forgive your weak ass; hustling ain't you
from the fast cars, honeys that shake they ass at bars
You know you wouldn't be
the underworld dealers, carriers of mac-millers
East Coast bodiers, West 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 playing, then they play you out
Trying to escape my own mind, the enemy
Representing infinity presidencies, you know?

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

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