Luyện nghe bài hát Presidential

Anythin' you I can get my hands on it
If you keep comin put some extra on it
You know I glad to prove who I am
If it aint presidential, we dont got want it

you want I can get my hands on it
If you comin put some extra grams on it
You I keep glad to prove who I am
If it aint presidential, we dont got damn it

My look cinnamon, my bitch is a Indian
Plus, Im bilingual, Id be talkin Dominican, como esta
Think I look innocent, on 26
Brown when Im sellin dope to e'rybody in this

get a brick, I break em down randomly
Whoever try and tell on me I shoot they family
Fish scale, jammer gym, Im clean with my feet
Dope boy, Id be sellin dream like a

Paint a Rica tangerine, beatin a tambourine
Mac 90 magazine, longer than the back
Back plead to the whole block for the G
Y'all remember me, I had the Chevy with D

Neck black D, white D, purple D
Cartier frame, Urkel D
Nigga keep chirpin me, courteous, they work for me
Straight glad I got these haters who wanna murder me

Anythin' you I can get my hands on it
If you comin put some extra grams on it
You know I keep glad to who I am
If it aint presidential, we got damn want it

Anythin' you I can get my hands on it
If you keep comin put some extra on it
You know I keep glad to who I am
If it aint presidential, we dont got damn it

Trans Am homie with blam, blam, homie
Dead fresh, I like I got that yam, dont it?
Drop top spider with that yam on it
Its hard to on my block, I spray Pam on it

If it aint presidential, we goddamn want it
Bentley bitch me and goddamn boney
I sell a brick to whoever want it
And guess who the feds is, my homie
You a lie

The spy cam finally take pictures while I out
I get the bricks and sort em out and em' like the Carter house
is out, I fought em' out, and plus I gotta quarter house
Break at dead end thats slaughterhouse

Im hangin out in Germany, the Mafia me
My nickname schoolboy, aint nobody me
Burnin heat, poke one in the pot is 63
Is all in the wrist, scale fish, nigga, me

you want I can get my hands on it
If you comin put some extra grams on it
You know I glad to prove who I am
If it aint presidential, we dont got want it

Anythin' you I can get my hands on it
If you keep comin put extra grams on it
You know I keep to prove who I am
If it aint presidential, we dont got want it

You see Dro, I am Lou Ferrigno
Benzito, rim big like my ego
Bricks come from and my old school amigo
They call me Action like my first name, Tito

The first chain three co, berry car, far
High up off the ground, man, I do this to every car
crock, Betty rock, got this shit from very far
All that walkin all up on me gon' getcha Chevy

Frenetic mob, fresh and in the compressor
I hop up on Pacatis and Relium like the
Helium got your up, really you bout to mess up
Gold bullets, you really dont have to fess up, neck up

I am flamboyant, you so
top jag at ya pad, cho, yoing, yoing
When I pull up on your bitch in the Benz, glowin'
So much ice in my mouth when I talk, it be

Anything you I can get my hands on it
If you keep put some extra grams on it
You I keep glad to prove who I am
If it aint presidential, we got damn want it

Anything you I can get my hands on it
If you keep put some extra grams on it
You know I keep to prove who I am
If it aint presidential, we got damn want it