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 anonymous, caught up in the finest shit
Live out my dreams until my heart out
Involved with cream, you know what this shit's about
Fuck y'all mean? since a teen, I dish out
Like the point guard off your favorite team, doubt
My ain't rosy but I roll with it
My mind was fine 'til the 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 minute but no
Watch how I'm walking even the thoroughest niggas be narkin'
Tryin' to strike a bargain hoping they might get pardoned
Shit I'm with got me pins and needles
And my cerebral breeds the wickedest thoughts that this sport'll feed you
Peep facts, in the so deep fiends could catch ya
Freeze off my knee cap, can y'all believe
Got the drinking Cristals, re-up the fee
Rappers going broke, tryin' to keep up me
My to riches surprised the bitches: think harder
You know this nigga, Jay-Z, Shawn
G.S. the up, dress the fuck up
Watch me shine a Breitling, begets the fuck up
All rhymers 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 dead fuckin' presidents to me

So sick of niggas, "I want like Cosby" (who wouldn't?)
This the kinda talk that make me think you ain't got no pudding
got them kinda dreams from Jay
You in the streets, nigga, make your moves, get mill
Niggas'll in the SL but can't post bail
Niggas'll roast a L but to throw your toast, well
I'm here to tell it ain't all swell
There's heaven, then hell 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 good just a ago
'Bout to start bitching ain't you? Ready to start ain't you?
I'll forgive your weak ass; hustling ain't you
Aside the fast cars, honeys that shake they ass at bars
You you wouldn't be involved
With the dealers, carriers of mac-millers
East Coast bodiers, Coast cap-peelers
monkey 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 money playing, then they play you out
Trying to escape my own mind, lurking the
infinity with presidencies, you know?

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

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