Luyện nghe bài hát My President

Yeah, be the realest shit I never
I ain't write shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit here, nigga
This will be the shit you ever quote

My is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be goddamned if my ain't too
My momma ain't at home and daddy still in
make a plate, anybody seen the scale?

My president is black, my blue
And I be if my rims ain't too
My light green and my Jordan's light gray
And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay, go

Today was a good day, hope I me a great night
I dunno what you for, hope you catch you a great white
Need I say great white, heavy as whales
I cannot believe this, who knew it in bails?

Who knew it came with jail, who knew it with prison?
Just 'cause you got an opinion that make you a politician?
robbed all of us, would that make him a criminal?
And then he cheated in Florida, would make him a Seminole?

I say and I quote, we a miracle
And I say a 'cause this shit is hysterical
But my nephews and nieces, I email Jesus
Tell him forward to and cc: Allah

Mr. Soul Survivor does make me a Konvict?
'Be all you can be', now, don't that sound like some shit
When you dogged with oil as black as my nigga boo
It's a Desert Storm, that's word to my nigga Clue

Catch me in Las Vegas, A.R.
Rep for real niggaz, I'm winnin' in California
Winnin' in Tennessee, hands down
Alabama, on my way to Savannah

My is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be if my rims ain't too
My momma ain't at home and daddy still in
make a plate, anybody seen the scale?

My president is black, my blue
And I be goddamned if my ain't too
My money's light green and my Jordan's gray
And love to see white, now how much you tryna pay, let's go

I I woke up this morning, headache this big
Pay all these damn bills, all these damn kids
Buy all these school shoes, buy all these clothes
For some reason my son addicted to Polo's

a spinach dip, I'm addicted to use Houston's
And if the numbers is right, I a trip out to Houston
A earthquake out in China, a in New Orleans
Street Dreams Tour, I my ass in New Orleans

Did it for Soulja Slim, out B.G.
It's all from the beginnin' you Pimp C
You know how the pimp be, that nigga gon' his mind
If he could speak down from heaven, he tell me on my grind

Tell him I'm fine, Obama for mankind
We ready for change, so y'all let the man shine
Stuntin' on Martin Luther I'm feelin' just like a king
Guess is what he meant when he said that he had a dream

My president is black, my blue
And I be if my rims ain't too
My momma ain't at home and still in jail
Tryna make a plate, anybody the scale?

My president is black, my Lambo's
And I be if my rims ain't too
My light green and my Jordan's light gray
And they to see white, now how much you tryna pay, let's go

Our history, black history, no president ever did for me
Had to hit the streets, had to some keys, so a nigga won't go broke
he put us in jail, now, a nigga can't go vote
So I dough on these hoes is strippin'
She ain't a politician honeys a

My is black, Rolls golden charms
22 inch rims like Hogan's arms
thousands of peoples is riled up to see you
That can ya ego, you got mouths to feed

So gotta stay true to who you are and you came from
'Cause at the top be the same place you hang from
No how big you could ever be
For whatever fee or publicity, never lose your

For years there's been horses in this stable
two albums in, I'm the realest nigga on this label
Mr. Black President, Obama for real
They gotta put ya face on the 5000 bill

My president is black, my Lambo's
And I be goddamned if my ain't too
My ain't at home and daddy still in jail
Tryna a plate, anybody seen the scale

My president is black, my Lambo's
And I be goddamned if my ain't too
My money's light green and my Jordan's light
And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay, go

So I'm sittin' here right now man, it's 3rd, 2:08 a.m.
Nigga, I won't say win, or draw man
We congratulate you homie
See I motivate the thugs right, you us homie
That's what it is, a hands on policy

Ya'll touchin' me right nigga, yeah, first black
Win, lose or draw nigga, of fact, you know what it is, man
Shouts out Robinson, Booker T Washington homie
Oh y'all ain't I knew that shit, Sidney Poitier, what they do

My president is black, I'm too though