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 made ho, I been paid ho,
I spent 2000 on these shades ho'
I'm red hot, I'm ice
I got enough cheese, keep me out that mice
I got nice hoes, I got bad
Yea, Daddy's I got their bitches

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

1----

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

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

---- Verse

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

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

----Verse

Uh, out my mansion to my whip
I the bullshit inside wit my bitch
I move the ass gun from my hip
Then I sit the same ass strap 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 back where ya stack
I'm just to let my hair back
And chill they got some air at, Ya hear dat?
clear liquor put that beer back
Got so cheap it's on Sears racks
Holla at me on the low I take care of
And feds buy yeah I'm aware of that
But this here is the you scared of dat
When you get you know where ya at
and we from NEW ORLEANS