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 dollas on these shades ho'
I'm red hot, I'm ice
I got enough cheese, me out that mice hole
I got hoes, I got bad bitches
Yea, Daddy's I got their bitches

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

1----

Back for the M*tha title its your idle,
get 'til I die, got my hand on the bible
I'm a scrap what I'm writing wit a full of rifle
If ya man feelin Eifel, Imma his ass leeeeaaan
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 I'm still on that team
yeah, and I'm ya dream,
And If ya feelin' cold man Imma that steam (PFFFF)
Hah, and I'm so clean
These leaves cost a stack, that's 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 scenes
and we drink? (drank)
lean (lean)
cuz that liquor get a nigga ass (get bout him!)
and what we smoke? piffy (you know)
presidential shit, bill (you know)
black phantom (huh), windows tinted (i it)
shit, monica lewinsky

---- 2----

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

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

----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 heavy ass strap on my lap
I'm as crack wit the strap
I'm heavy as da-white but not fat
I'm like Betty and the fetti is the facts
The Birdman Junior holla back ya stack
I'm tryin' to let my hair back
And chill they got some air at, Ya hear dat?
Champagne liquor put that 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 here is the you scared of dat
When you get shot you where ya at
and we from NEW ORLEANS