Luyện nghe bài hát Presidential Flow

[Intro - Thug]
Yeah, Thugger
Kyleon
C.
PJ,
We the boys in

Thug]
Yeah we stacking green, naw mean?
Big and that Outlaw team
up clean, blue with the screens
Niggas ain't seen, another crew this
Take it back to the North, back with the
wrecking decks, since back at the house
Haters disrespect, getting smacked in the
Niggas play hard, but they acting they
How we ride? With the
Fuck with us, and you to get killed
From the of the trill, yeah we represent the Tex'
bar plex, come playing get checked
Get your hoe ass wrecked, trying to bring it to the
I'll get your ass done, it don't what it cost
We floss blue, do it for the crew
Old school Caddy, or the new too
Paul Wall it do? Who Mike Jones?
Boys mad at us, because we our shine on
Put it in face, put them in they place
Got to let know, who the leaders of the race
Hogg Outlawz, stacking that change
Jackers be aware, we packing thing
Run your ass up, and rat-a-tat mane
I playing no games, I'ma aim for the brain

It's PJ, the rap
Going off, on these hating suckers
I'm the North, side of town
Boys it over here, we on the grind
I came up, it feel
Ain't a thing changed, I'm still hood
Hogg, Outlawz
Fake niggas put back against the wall
shows, pimping hoes
Pulling out, on a set of 4's
What we ride? That
we bang? That screw
Big piece, of ice
Boyz in Blue, nothing
I go off, I go
whatever, whatever, I don't bar

[Sir
Here come Daily, in that wide thing
Sliding down the block, with a fine mane
Times ain't changed, so these chickens still dollars
But I them what I'm about, hit the twat and holler
I'm a Hogg nigga, we all of that
One quitter nigga, who don't call them back
And they see me, they be like "Daily you wrong for that"
Because he speak, he just say move along get back
That's my team, on the
On glass, with the screens looking
On dro, the lean
Boss Hogg Outlawz, the one team

Ward]
I'm C-Wiggy, my be jiggy
niggas mad at me, just because they girls dig me
I got so many clothes, I dress than most hoes
So many shoes, I give Michael Jordan the
So furs, some his and some hers
I do what I does, because I what I do
I pop like trunks on slabs
Peel back tops unhealed scabs
up the deuce, and giving real niggas daps
If haters run up, then them punks can jabs
(C. you so ghetto) My nigga that's the truth
(And why's that hole in your car?) My nigga, the roof
(And why my keep ringing?) My nigga, that's them speakers
(Why you got on your tires?) My nigga, that's them sneakers
(And why your car look like a serpent?) My nigga, that paint
(And why's it foggy inside?) My nigga, that stank
You see major, labels want me worse than the FEDS
Because my flows feed niggas like jail spreads
These hoes call me Simon because do what I says
Plus I got my money like Jamaican dreads
I'm Chris Wizzard, I go so
Stay away from phonies, fakers, haters and
Rappers mad at me because my flow is like a
But really I think, because I done cut up they brizzoads

Kyleon]
I'm the MVP, the one
It's Outlaw Season, Kyleon
Badge on my neck, just like the sun
Put the heat to the sheet, and cook a beat it's done
I get when I rap, this not a freestyle bro
I got a style, not a freestyle flow
Ten for the show, fifteen for the flow
And fifteen if you want to scope blow
I got bills, got drank, and a on the dro
That's why the diamond chain, look like a neck full of
In a wide body 'Lac, and I'm next to hoe
her head in my lap, and she pecking me slow
Got the pop trunk glowing, and the bumper kit
Ice pack on my wrist, like a nigga sprung
Somebody call lost and found, my top missing
I done made it disappear, just like a