Luyện nghe bài hát Presidential Flow

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

Thug]
Yeah we stacking that green, naw
Big Boss and that Outlaw
up clean, blue with the screens
Niggas ain't seen, another this mean
Take it back to the North, with the Boss
Been wrecking decks, since at the house
Haters disrespect, getting in the mouth
play hard, but they acting they soft
How we With the steel
Fuck with us, and you going to get
From the of the trill, yeah we represent the Tex'
Don't bar plex, come playing get
Get your hoe ass wrecked, trying to it to the Boss
I'll get your ass done, it don't matter it cost
We floss that blue, do it for the
Old school Caddy, or the new too
Paul Wall what it do? Who Mike
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
Boss Outlawz, stacking that change
be aware, we packing 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, of town
Boys it over here, we on the grind
I came up, it feel
a damn thing changed, I'm still hood
Boss Hogg,
Fake niggas put your back the wall
Doing shows, hoes
Pulling out, on a set of 4's
What we 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 Daily, in that wide frame thing
Sliding down the block, a fine dime mane
Times ain't changed, so these chickens still clocking
But I tell them what I'm about, hit the twat and
I'm a Hogg nigga, we all of that
One hitter quitter nigga, who call them back
And when they see me, they be "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 looking clean
On dro, the lean
Hogg Outlawz, the number one team

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

[Killa
I'm the MVP, the one
It's Outlaw Season, 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 three for the show, for the flow
And another fifteen if you want to 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 body 'Lac, and I'm next to your hoe
With her head in my lap, and she me slow
Got the pop glowing, and the bumper kit hung
Ice pack on my wrist, a nigga shit's sprung
Somebody call and found, because my top missing
I done made it disappear, like a magician