Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Presidents II

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

While spit that Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerate
Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the shit
Live out my dreams my heart give out
Involved with cream, you know what this shit's about
Fuck y'all Handling since a teen, I dish out
the point guard off your favorite team, without doubt
My life ain't rosy but I with it
My mind was fine 'til the dough hit it and me that 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 walking cause 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 fiends could catch ya
Freeze off my cap, can y'all believe that?
Got the drinking Cristals, re-up the fee
Rappers going broke, to keep up with me
My rise to riches surprised the bitches: think
You this nigga, Jay-Z, Shawn Carter
G.S. the fuck up, dress the up
Watch me shine like a Breitling, 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 presidents to me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to me

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

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

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