Luyện nghe bài hát President

(Lil' Wayne)
And who i be? Baby, and honey please, say the baby,
and I got em on they knees, baby,
Im a goodfella, they to make me
but I made ho, I been paid ho,
I spent 2000 dollas on shades ho'
I'm red hot, I'm ice
I got enough cheese, keep me out that mice
I got hoes, I got bad bitches
Yea, Daddy's I got their bitches

hey we from, new orleans
hurricanes pussy poppa's murder
and we drink? (drank)
that (lean)
cuz that liquor get a nigga ass (get bout him!)
and what we smoke? piffy (you know)
presidential shit, bill (you know)
black (huh), windows tinted (i love it)
presidential shit, lewinsky

1----

Back for the F*ckn title its your idle,
get money 'til I die, got my hand on the
I'm a scrap what I'm writing wit a full of rifle
If ya man feelin Eifel, Imma make his ass
Yeeah, 60 grand cut the lights on, 40 grand for the cut the mic on
thats right ho, punch sprite so purple wit the 'tuss
I'm on that leaaaan,
Yeah, and I'm on that
Won a championship I'm still on that
yeah, and I'm ya dream,
And If ya feelin' cold man Imma blow steam (PFFFF)
Hah, and I'm so damn
These leaves a stack, that's throw back jeans
You wouldn't know that you don't roll me
We in the building everything until i scream (yeah)

hey we from, new orleans
hurricanes pussy poppa's scenes
and we drink? (drank)
that (lean)
cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get him!)
and we smoke? That piffy (you know)
presidential shit, bill (you know)
black phantom (huh), windows (i love it)
shit, monica lewinsky

---- Verse

Ridin' in the mo'
like sachmo
I'm strapped low
Baby go from what ya
turn pictures change new photo different frame
Money up, champagne, posin', same game
Cash money still, do it for the
black car, grey car, gas car, green car
backyard theme park, front car show
I'm in the house
and it's like where's
ten bricks straight powder air
F. straight hustlin' no barcode
You don't what my heart holds, straight fuel
ya bitch from the club make her ass a mule
Put some on her back make her ass move
She give daddy money back that's a fast
40 G's one chain, that's a man
45 for the Jag

hey where we from, new
hurricanes poppa's murder scenes
and what we (drank)
lean (lean)
cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get him!)
and what we That piffy (you know)
presidential shit, clinton (you know)
black phantom (huh), tinted (i love it)
presidential shit, lewinsky

3----

Uh, smooth out my to my whip
I leave the bullshit wit my bitch
I move the heavy ass gun my hip
I sit the same heavy ass strap on my lap
I'm steady as crack wit the
I'm as da-white but Dwayne not fat
I'm right Betty and the fetti is the facts
The Birdman Junior holla back ya stack
I'm just tryin' to let my back
And chill where they got some air at, Ya dat?
Champagne clear liquor put that beer
Got work so cheap it's on racks
Holla at me on the low I care of that
And feds buy yeah I'm aware of that
But this here is the you scared of dat
When you get shot you know ya at
and where we NEW ORLEANS