Luyện nghe bài hát President

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

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

----Verse

Back for the M*tha F*ckn title its idle,
get 'til I die, got my hand on the bible
I'm a scrap I'm writing wit a hand full of rifle
If ya man feelin Eifel, make his ass leeeeaaan
Yeeah, 60 grand cut the on, 40 grand for the floor 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 still on team
yeah, and I'm ya dream,
And If ya feelin' cold man blow that steam (PFFFF)
Hah, and I'm so clean
These leaves cost a stack, that's throw jeans
You wouldn't know that you roll like me
We in the building everything cool i scream (yeah)

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

---- 2----

in the caddy mo'
Blowin sachmo
I'm highly low
Baby go from ya know
Tinteds pictures change new photo different frame
Money up, champagne, still posin', same
Cash still, do it for the money
Gotta car, grey car, gas car, green car
backyard theme park, front car show
I'm in the house
and it's like waldo?
ten bricks powder air cargo
Weezy F. hustlin' no barcode
You know what my heart holds, straight fuel
Take ya bitch from the club make her ass a
Put some weight on her make her ass move
She give money back that's a fast move
40 G's one chain, that's a man
45 for the Jag

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

3----

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