Luyện nghe bài hát Presidential Flow

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

[Slim
Yeah we stacking green, naw mean?
Big and that Outlaw team
up clean, blue with the screens
Niggas ain't seen, another crew mean
Take it back to the North, with the Boss
Been decks, since back at the house
disrespect, getting smacked in the mouth
Niggas play hard, but acting they soft
How we ride? With the
Fuck with us, and you going to get
From the land of the trill, we represent the Tex'
bar plex, come 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 floss blue, do it for the crew
Old school Caddy, or the new too
Paul what it do? Who Mike Jones?
Boys mad at us, because we 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 that
Jackers be aware, we packing that
Run ass up, and I'ma rat-a-tat mane
I ain't playing no games, I'ma aim for the

It's PJ, the rap
Going off, on these player suckers
I'm the North, side of town
about it over here, we on the grind
I up, it feel good
Ain't a damn changed, I'm still hood
Boss Hogg,
Fake niggas put your against 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 come Daily, in wide frame thing
Sliding the block, with a fine 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 Boss nigga, we all of that
One hitter quitter nigga, who don't call them
And they see me, they be like "Daily you wrong for that"
Because he don't speak, he say move along get back
my team, on the scene
On glass, the screens looking clean
On dro, with the
Hogg Outlawz, the number one team

[Chris
I'm C-Wiggy, my flow be
These niggas mad at me, just they girls dig me
I got so many clothes, I dress fresher than most
So many shoes, I give Michael the blues
So many furs, some his and hers
I do what I does, because I does I do
I pop tags like on slabs
Peel back tops unhealed scabs
Throwing up the deuce, and giving niggas daps
If haters run up, then punks can catch jabs
(C. you so ghetto) My nigga that's the truth
(And that hole in your car?) My nigga, that's the roof
(And why my ears ringing?) My nigga, that's 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 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
hoes call me Simon because they do what I says
Plus I got my money like 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, because I done cut up they brizzoads

[Killa
I'm the MVP, the one
It's Season, Kyleon LeBron
Badge on my neck, just shining 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 paid style, not a freestyle
Ten three for the show, for the flow
And another fifteen if you to scope blow
I got bills, got drank, and a on the dro
That's why the diamond chain, look a neck full of snow
In a wide body 'Lac, and I'm to your hoe
her head in my lap, and she pecking me slow
Got the pop trunk glowing, and the kit hung
Ice pack on my wrist, like a shit's sprung
Somebody lost and found, because my top missing
I done it disappear, just like a magician