Luyện nghe bài hát Presidential Flow

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

Thug]
Yeah we stacking that green, naw
Big and that Outlaw team
Pulling up clean, blue with the
Niggas ain't seen, crew this mean
Take it back to the North, with the Boss
Been wrecking decks, since at the house
Haters disrespect, smacked in the mouth
Niggas play hard, but they acting 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, trying to it to the Boss
get your ass done, it don't matter what it cost
We floss 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 leaders of the
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, I'ma aim for the

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

[Sir
Here come Daily, in that frame thing
Sliding the block, with a fine dime mane
Times ain't changed, so these chickens still dollars
But I tell them what I'm about, hit the twat and
I'm a Boss Hogg nigga, we all of
One hitter quitter nigga, who don't call back
And they see me, they be like "Daily you wrong 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, the lean
Boss Hogg Outlawz, the one team

Ward]
I'm C-Wiggy, my flow be
These niggas mad at me, just because girls dig me
I got so many clothes, I dress fresher most hoes
So shoes, I give Michael Jordan the blues
So many furs, some his and hers
I do what I does, I does what I do
I pop like trunks on slabs
Peel back like unhealed scabs
Throwing up the deuce, and giving niggas daps
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 your car?) My nigga, the roof
(And why my ears keep ringing?) My nigga, that's them
(Why you got mirrors on your tires?) My nigga, that's them
(And why your car like a serpent?) My nigga, that's that paint
(And why's it inside?) My nigga, that's that stank
You see major, labels 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, haters and
mad at me because my flow is like a retard
But really I think, it's because I cut up they brizzoads

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 a beat till it's done
I get paid when I rap, this not a bro
I got a style, not a freestyle flow
Ten for the show, fifteen for the flow
And another 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 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 sprung
call lost and found, because my top missing
I done made it disappear, like a magician