Luyện nghe bài hát Presidential Flow

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

[Slim
Yeah we stacking that green, naw
Big Boss and that Outlaw
Pulling up clean, blue with the
Niggas seen, another crew this mean
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 they soft
How we ride? With the
with us, and you going 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 it to the Boss
I'll get your ass done, it matter what it cost
We floss blue, do it for the crew
Old school Caddy, or the new too
Paul Wall what it do? Who Jones?
Boys mad at us, because we getting our on
Put it in they face, put them in they
Got to let them know, who the leaders of the
Boss Hogg Outlawz, that change
Jackers be aware, we that thing
Run your ass up, and rat-a-tat mane
I ain't playing no games, I'ma aim for the

It's PJ, the rap
off, on these player hating suckers
I'm the North, side of town
Boys it over here, we on the grind
I came up, it good
Ain't a thing changed, I'm still hood
Hogg, Outlawz
Fake niggas put your against the wall
Doing shows, hoes
out, on a glass set of 4's
What we ride? That
What we That screw
Big piece, of ice
Boyz in Blue, nice
I go off, I go
It's whatever, whatever, I bar

Daily]
Here come Daily, in wide frame thing
Sliding the block, with a fine dime mane
Times ain't changed, so these chickens still clocking
But I tell what I'm about, hit the twat and holler
I'm a Boss nigga, we all of that
One hitter quitter nigga, who don't call back
And when they see me, they be like "Daily you for that"
Because he don't speak, he just say along get back
my team, on the scene
On glass, the screens looking clean
On dro, the lean
Boss Hogg Outlawz, the number one

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

Kyleon]
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, this not a bro
I got a paid style, not a freestyle
Ten three for the show, for the flow
And another fifteen if you want to scope
I got bills, got drank, and a on the dro
That's why the diamond chain, look a neck full of snow
In a body 'Lac, and I'm next to your hoe
With her 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 shit's
call lost and found, because my top missing
I done it disappear, just like a magician