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 bout to me
but I been 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 nice hoes, I got bad
Yea, rich I got their bitches

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

1----

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

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

Verse 2----

Ridin' in the mo'
Blowin like
I'm strapped low
Baby go from what ya
Tinteds turn pictures change new photo frame
up, champagne, still posin', same game
Cash still, do it for the money
Gotta car, grey car, gas car, green car
theme park, front yard car show
I'm in the house
and it's where's waldo?
ten bricks straight air cargo
Weezy F. straight no barcode
You don't know what my heart holds, fuel
Take ya bitch from the club her ass a mule
Put some weight on her back her ass move
She daddy money back that's a fast move
40 G's one chain, a man jewels
45 for the Jag

hey we from, new orleans
hurricanes poppa's murder scenes
and what we (drank)
lean (lean)
cuz that liquor get a 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, out my mansion to my whip
I leave the inside 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 wit the strap
I'm heavy as da-white but not fat
I'm right like Betty and the is the facts
The Birdman holla back where ya stack
I'm tryin' to let my hair back
And chill they got some air at, Ya hear dat?
clear liquor put that beer back
Got work so cheap on Sears racks
Holla at me on the low I take of that
And feds buy yeah I'm aware of that
But this is the suffix you scared of dat
you get shot you know where ya at
and we from NEW ORLEANS