Luyện nghe bài hát El Presidento

[The
Death before
with weap' up, cause niggaz tryin to dent my armor
Cold streets, Telly Mac keep the on 'em
They wanna how that nigga from California
could run up on ya on any
Put on ya
How I stuff in the 6, with no crack aroma
Dawg, I'm just livin for the
I'm Compton homey, but I'm like a center for Milwaukee
Cause I play for the Bucks, and I the 40 on me
Gotta keep the chrome-y, gotta keep my back to the
Wait for Q to rock me up, like cavi
Speakin of lle', I put 8 in, 10 jump hard
And watch my money back, like Jordan in charge
I'm like the black Yankees, they don't want me no more
Cause I hold the record for the most roamin the boulevard
And I'm on the boulevard, catch me behind the wheel
of that new Escalade the Foreman grill

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Steppin out of Chevies with heat heavy - that's president
Bullets flyin for them dead guys - president
Led meltin inside your wig - president
20's 50's and 100's burnin - all president

Mac]
Aiyyo I do this shit from to the Mac block
High-tech collaborations the Gamblaz and Blacksox
Drillin 'em killin 'em if we feelin 'em nigga
If Fingaz need some music straight stealin it nigga
Shinin, in big trucks, big will in it nigga we
To the top and we sealin it
So the fuck up, my niggaz act the fuck up
So keep yourself in line or you could get smacked the up
the fuck up, beat up bad and clapped the fuck up
Wrapped up in white sheets and threw in a white
Over presidents, now you willin to give your up?
Put your kids on the line, and your wife up?
Over presidents, they got you
So take this bomb and hold this, while we control
For the streets, we comin with that's stolen
And we universal, for that paper that we foldin
in 600's, Beemers and 'llacs
We a team of cats, with the pens and
fiend for jacks, but only when the green's attached
We fiend for jacks, but only when the green's

[The
It's and young Game the hustler, ho juggler, coke smuggler
No matter what the hustle, doublin
Lle or the rock, give me a day and a
And I bet I'll come with 10K in the drop

[Telly
I'll stay in the spot, wearin a crop and ounces
Mac and Game the hustler, we rock the house
And plus we the that the blocks is out
So my words to the wise is watch your mouth

Game]
And you don't want it when the stainless out, what the about
The bullets is in, brains is out
All over and Compton dawg, we ruthless
And the truth is y'all niggaz can't stop us

Mac]
So why the fuck you knock us off
Like we some high-powered and y'all really the niggaz that's soft
Still the train tracks, we turn 'caine crack
It's Telly Mac and Game the hustler, you can't that

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