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, bout to make me
but I been ho, I been paid ho,
I spent 2000 dollas on 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 rich I got their

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

----Verse

for the M*tha F*ckn title its your idle,
get money 'til I die, got my hand on the
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
I'm on that 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' man Imma blow that steam (PFFFF)
Hah, and I'm so damn
leaves cost a stack, that's throw back jeans
You know that you don't roll like me
We in the building everything cool i scream (yeah)

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

---- 2----

in the caddy mo'
Blowin like
I'm strapped low
go from what ya know
Tinteds turn pictures change new different frame
Money up, champagne, still posin', game
Cash money still, do it for the
Gotta black car, grey car, gas car, car
theme park, front yard car show
I'm somewhere in the
and it's like where's
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 weight on her back make her ass move
She daddy money 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 poppa's murder scenes
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, bill (you know)
black phantom (huh), windows (i love it)
shit, monica lewinsky

----Verse

Uh, smooth out my mansion to my
I leave the inside wit my bitch
I the heavy ass gun from my hip
I sit the same heavy 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 and the fetti is the facts
The Birdman Junior holla back ya stack
I'm tryin' to let my hair back
And chill where they got some air at, Ya hear
clear liquor put that beer back
Got work so cheap it's on Sears
at me on the low I take 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 know ya at
and we from NEW ORLEANS