Luyện nghe bài hát President

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

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

----Verse

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

hey where we from, new
hurricanes pussy murder scenes
and what we (drank)
lean (lean)
cuz that get a nigga ass beat (get bout him!)
and what we That piffy (you know)
presidential shit, bill (you know)
black phantom (huh), windows tinted (i it)
presidential shit, lewinsky

---- Verse

in the caddy mo'
Blowin sachmo
I'm strapped low
Baby go from ya know
Tinteds turn pictures new photo different frame
up, champagne, still posin', same game
Cash still, do it for the money
Gotta black car, car, gas car, green car
backyard theme park, yard car show
I'm somewhere in the
and it's like where's
ten bricks straight powder air
Weezy F. hustlin' no barcode
You don't know what my holds, straight fuel
Take ya bitch the club make her ass a mule
Put some weight on her 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 we from, new orleans
hurricanes pussy poppa's scenes
and what we (drank)
lean (lean)
cuz that get a nigga ass beat (get bout him!)
and what we smoke? That (you know)
shit, bill clinton (you know)
black phantom (huh), windows (i love it)
shit, monica lewinsky

----Verse

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