Luyện nghe bài hát My President Is Black (D.C.-mix)

Yeah, be the realest I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way,
Some shit right here, nigga
will be the realest 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 and daddy still in jail
make a plate, anybody seen the scale?

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

Today was a day, hope I have me a great night
I what you fishin' for, hope you catch you a great white
Need I say white, heavy as killer whales
I cannot believe this, who knew it came in

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

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

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

me in Las Vegas, A.R. Arizona
Rep for them real niggaz, I'm winnin' in
Winnin' in Tennessee, hands Atlanta
Landslide Alabama, on my way to

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

My president is black, my Lambo's
And I be goddamned if my rims too
My money's light green and my Jordan's gray
And they love to see white, now how you tryna pay, let's go

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

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

Did it for Slim, brought 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 heaven, he tell me stay on my grind

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

My president is black, my blue
And I be goddamned if my rims too
My momma ain't at and daddy still in jail
Tryna make a plate, seen 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 flip keys, so a nigga won't go broke
Then he put us in jail, now, a nigga go vote
So I spend dough on these is strippin'
She ain't a politician a polotician

My president is black, golden charms
22 inch rims like Hulk arms
When thousands of is riled up to see you
can arouse ya ego, you got mouths to feed

So gotta stay true to who you are and where you from
'Cause at the top will be the same place you from
No matter how big you could be
For whatever fee or publicity, lose your integrity

For years there's been surprise horses in this
Just two albums in, I'm the realest on this label
Mr. President, yeah Obama for real
gotta put ya face on the 5000 dollar bill

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

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

So I'm sittin' here right now man, it's 3rd, 2:08 a.m.
Nigga, I say win, lose or draw man
We congratulate you already
See I motivate the thugs right, you us homie
That's what it is, this a on policy

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

My president is black, I'm too though