Luyện nghe bài hát Presidential MC

Yeah, uh, heh, heh
That's
Yo

that Blackout, spazzed out, G-String divas
Leave you out, passed out, it's cold
Pack your h*** u*, blow back out
You bad mouth, make 'em all

Throwing from a glass house, y'all ain't perfect either
See that c***** and h*** out garbage day tomorrow
And I have yet to that trash out or emptied this cigar
RZA, Rah, we amped, eh, is on his job

It ain't nothing like the say, "Che sera sera"
So let's move on until the day we laying in the
With them suits on and I'm so cool that hell is luke warm
Been too for too long, I'll probably die

With my boots on and on my way to cash a coupon
You know I'm, proper, don't let them boys you
The fact is Meth, I'm than bottles made by Yoo-Hoo
Wu-Tang, to the House of Flying Daggers

Where the truth aim, out the mouth
Of flying rappers it is

Now ask yourself is this for it can't be
My n****, if it ain't for real, it me
I myself as presidential M.C.
I myself as presidential M.C.

Now ask why is he so low key?
Why, is n****z pimpin' when the game me
I elect as presidential M.C.
I elect as presidential M.C.

Yo, b*** 'em and hit 'em, and he into a spin cycle
Outblew his liver, a flooded, what's happening?
It's drugs we wanted, gloves buttered, thug
is Fila, white sneaker, Louis Vitton luggage

I came, representative huddle, all love you
That W, the legacy of little n****z you
The f***, what's up with you, yo, you suck,
Benches used to pluck n****z, we be on the roof, "f*** you"

Them r** b**** is coming, losers, got to the plank
with U**'s on 'em, you move, you getting spanked
Shank broilers banked, ranked ballers
They should call us, I mad ice like a walrus

The lam esters decided to lure us, we was up in town
Getting w*****, one tour bus, you might like the mack
And explore d***, y** c*** f*** all of us
One of us dropped, there's more of us

Now ask yourself is for real? it can't be
My n****, if it for real, it ain't me
I elect myself as M.C.
I myself as presidential M.C.

Now ask yourself why is he so low
Why is n****z pimpin' when the game me
I elect myself as M.C.
I elect as presidential M.C.

P*** c*** like tangerines, you shook like
Then jet from the set in the all Lamborghin'
Nobody seen me, b**** in a red bikini
N****z saw her because thought they saw a genie

Klum, p*** juicy, fat as a plum
Picture on the wall in jail, n****z til they c***
God gargantuan, large, colossus, bombardment of
Make your squad, throw

Practice Kamasutra on broads, pop
Leave with permanent scars and s*** like birthmarks
bark back at dogs, snatch flies from frogs
Blow California c****** to despise the

This s*** I with biz in the clearing, pigs sharing
Got fresh, Wu-Wearing, motherf***ers not
Then move through community with diplomat immunity
Move to rep a two or G., shine fine jewelry

Now ask yourself is for real? it can't be
My n****, if it for real, it ain't me
I elect as presidential M.C.
I elect as presidential M.C.

Now ask yourself why is he so low
Why is n****z pimpin' the game chose me
I myself as presidential M.C.
I elect as presidential M.C.

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