Luyện nghe bài hát Presidential Flow

[Intro - Thug]
Yeah, Slim
Kyleon
C.
PJ,
We the in blue

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

It's PJ, the rap
Going off, on these player hating
I'm from the North, side of
Boys about it over here, we on the
I came up, it feel
a damn thing changed, I'm still hood
Boss Hogg,
Fake niggas put your against the wall
shows, pimping hoes
Pulling out, on a set of 4's
we ride? That blue
What we bang? screw
Big piece, of ice
in Blue, nothing nice
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 dime mane
Times ain't changed, so chickens still clocking dollars
But I them what I'm about, hit the twat and holler
I'm a Boss Hogg nigga, we all of
One hitter quitter nigga, who don't call them
And when they see me, they be like "Daily you for that"
Because he don't speak, he just say move get back
That's my team, on the
On glass, with the screens clean
On dro, with the
Boss Hogg Outlawz, the number one

Ward]
I'm C-Wiggy, my flow be
These niggas mad at me, because they girls dig me
I got so many clothes, I dress than most hoes
So many shoes, I give Jordan the blues
So many furs, some his and hers
I do what I does, because I what I do
I pop tags like trunks on
Peel back like unhealed scabs
Throwing up the deuce, and real niggas daps
If haters run up, then them punks can catch
(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 ears ringing?) My nigga, that's them speakers
(Why you got mirrors on your tires?) My nigga, that's sneakers
(And why your car look like a serpent?) My nigga, that's that
(And why's it foggy inside?) My nigga, that's stank
You see these major, want me worse than the FEDS
Because my flows feed like jail house spreads
These hoes call me Simon because they do what I
Plus I got my money long Jamaican dreads
I'm Wizzard, I go so hizzard
Stay away from phonies, fakers, and frizzauds
Rappers mad at me because my flow is a retard
But really I think, it's because I done cut up brizzoads

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