Luyện nghe bài hát Zone For President

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Here the Zone
Up the Ave. rollin' in his pimp
at him, backpackers wave
While I bump that Daddy

Prank-callin' Funkmaster Flex to get a
Fuck CD's, next year, I'm 8-tracks
Video on with SMPTE on the screen
Even Hype can't pimp me off the scene

Rap is a slave trade, so I got the Old
The only label with the phone and fax on the same
I ain't no CEO, a gift for rap
My cheapskate behavior keeps me rich rap

when I'm trickin' at the bar, I came in with a furnace
Called you distance, I was bonin' cell service
Chicks hella when I take 'em to eat
I'm out the door when they bring the receipt

You date me, you wish for a week, I ain't bullshittin'
Even when I the Zone's bein' cheapskate
up the dollar bill, it's all about the Washington's
You're runnin' up to freestyle? My bill is overdue

So I got a fee style while you smoke a or two
She don't like me, I'm here to stay stretch marks
Horny, me in the key of f sharp
She's mad at the Zone because he's on shit

But totally, completely on his dick
Hell yeah, baby, Zone Mission V
I return, you how we do
We don't do no

Yo, I think of that kid's record?
Yo, I thought that shit was
You know I'm sayin'?
I'm bein' straight up honest, I lyin'

I got no time to play with y'all
But I gotta get off my chest right now
I want you to pay very attention
To what I'm say

rappers blow me, askin' for a beat tape
Cough it up, you don't me
You went platinum in a room
Write, and send
I hope hard drive crashes
If this shit offend

But I been rappin' since '81, nobody
'bout belt buckles nobody wears
Try to hip-hop, what are you insane?
I just play my part ain't a damn thing changed

Still my herbs get the pieces, cool cats beat it
Zone's still zonin' while these get weeded
Still cradle-robbin', still lookin' for your
Step to chicks and lose 'cause my game is out of order

I be like, yo baby, yo baby, 10 years behind
So I still do the runnin' man to keep up the times
Still playin' Duck Hunt, with the temptation
To spray my ex with gats filled up with bleach, ho

can't pop-lock, still can't graffiti write
Like five-O still shit [unverified]
I still hate choruses, I through hooks
Still scopin' Lucy Liu workin' off the

Still doin' shows but wind up gettin' out
Feminists are mad 'cause I this dumb bitch out
hate rubbers 'cause I bone and feel nothin'
2000 somethin' suckers frontin', frontin', frontin'

on talkin'
'Cause the only man around here who's sayin' anythin'
I'd not vote at all than vote for this crook
Hey, you know I am for that jive-ass nigga
You damn right, damn right, damn

I got a little message for all them cats out
Makin' dollars a year
Still wanna my shit off the net
Instead of the CD, you cheap bastards
Fuck y'all,

To all the people come to my shows
Who turn the sound off
'Cause got mad about a little joke
(Fuck y'all)

And everybody else out there that's a waste of
father shoulda pulled out early
Fuck
I you die and go to hell, you lousy son of a bitch