Luyện nghe bài hát Presidential Flow

[Intro - Thug]
Yeah, Thugger
Killa
C.
PJ,
We the in blue

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

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 up, it feel good
Ain't a damn thing changed, I'm still
Hogg, Outlawz
Fake niggas put your back against the
shows, pimping hoes
Pulling out, on a set of 4's
What we ride? blue
What we That screw
Big piece, of ice
Boyz in Blue, nothing
I go off, I go
whatever, whatever, I don't bar

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

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

[Killa
I'm the MVP, the one
Outlaw Season, Kyleon LeBron
Badge on my neck, just like the sun
Put the heat to the sheet, and cook a till it's done
I get paid 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 full of snow
In a wide body 'Lac, and I'm to your hoe
With her head in my lap, and she pecking me
Got the pop trunk glowing, and the kit hung
Ice pack on my wrist, a nigga shit's sprung
Somebody lost and found, because my top missing
I done made it disappear, like a magician