Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Presidents (part Ii)

Presidents to represent me, get
I'm out for presidents to me, get money
I'm out for to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' to represent me, whose

Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch
Stack cheddars forever, treacherous all the et ceteras
To the death of us, me and my confidants, we
You feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just

By the ounce dough like snow
We don't just shine, we illuminate the show, you feel me?
Factions from the other side would love to me
Spill three quarts of my blood the street, let alone the heat

Fuck 'em, we hate a nigga this life
In all possible ways, the Feds is buggin' my life
days, reflectin' when my man laid up
On the Uptown high block, he got his sprayed up

I saw his slippin', this is a minor set back
Yo, still in all we livin', just about the get back
That made him though his eyes said, "Pray for me"
I'll do you one better and these niggaz faithfully

Murder is a tough thing to digest, a slow process
And I ain't got but time
I had near brushes, not to mention three
Close range, never me, divine intervention

Can't stop I, from Mai-Tai's with Ta Ta
Down in Nevada, ha, ha, Poppa, life
I dabbled in crazy weight rap, I was crazy straight
Potnah, I'm still spendin' money from eighty-eight,

to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get
I'm out for dead, fuckin' to represent me, whose

Geyeah, know what? make
You and your wack mans fold like bad
Roll Monopoly, advance, you copy me
Like crystals, I gross the most

At the end of the fiscal year, these niggaz can wish to
The dead presidential,
With the sprinkles and the presidential, ice that'll you
In due time when fleas my mind

All sneak thieves and haters can shine
But then I keep the trillion cut diamonds shinin' brilliant
tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in
Long as the win

I spend Japan Yen, attend events
Catch me in the joints, convinced my is bitin'
J A Y hyphen, controllin',
I got a good man, pounds and pence

Nuff dollars sense
While you the bench
Catch me swinging for the
Dead Presidents, ya

Dead, presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me,
I'm out for presidents to me, get money
I'm out for to represent me, get money
I'm out for to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' to represent me, whose

Uh, huh, yeah, uh, huh, so be it
The Soviet, The Unified Steady
You know, you light I'm heavy roll, heavy dough
Mic macheted your flow, paper falls slow

Like confetti, a steady grow, bet he glow
Pay five dead it blow, better believe I have
Eleven sixty to show, my doe flip Tae-Kwon
The Icon, baby, you like Dom, maybe this Cristal's

To change your life, huh, with the winners
Heavy like hit records, Roc-A-Fella
Don't get it corrected, this is perfected
From chips to chicks drivin' a Lexus

Make it without gun
We takin' you brung
We cake and you is fake
And we gettin' it

Crime Family, connected Jay-Z
And you fake is Unplugged like MTV
I three, take your treasure, my pleasure
Dead presidentials, as usual, blaouw

Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me,
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me,
Dead, presidents to represent me, whose
Dead, fuckin' presidents to represent me,

I'm out for to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to me, get money
I'm out for presidents to represent me, get
I'm out for to represent me, get money

I'm out for to represent me, get money
I'm out for presidents to me, get money
I'm out for to represent me, get money
I'm out for dead, fuckin' presidents to me, whose