Luyện nghe bài hát Zone For President

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Here comes the
Up the Ave. in his pimp Caddy
Look at him, backpackers
While I bump that Trick

Prank-callin' Funkmaster to get a playback
Fuck CD's, year, I'm doin' 8-tracks
on Betamax with SMPTE on the screen
Even Hype Williams can't me off the scene

Rap is a trade, so I got the Old Maid
The label with the phone and fax on the same line
I ain't no CEO, just a for rap
My cheapskate behavior me rich from rap

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

You date me, you dishes for a week, I ain't bullshittin'
when I beat-make the Zone's bein' cheapskate
Hittin' up the 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 me, I'm here to stay like stretch marks
Horny, blow me in the key of f
She's mad at the because he's on that 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, what I think of that kid's
Yo, I thought shit was bullshit
You what I'm sayin'?
I'm bein' straight up honest, I ain't

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

Internet rappers blow me, for a beat tape
Cough it up, you know me
You went platinum in a chat
Write, click and
I your hard drive crashes
If this shit offend

But I been since '81, nobody cares
Talkin' 'bout belt buckles wears
Try to save hip-hop, are you insane?
I just play my part 'cause a damn thing changed

Still my herbs get the dime pieces, cool cats it
still zonin' while these fools get weeded
Still cradle-robbin', still lookin' for daughter
Step to chicks and lose quarters my game is out of order

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

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

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

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

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

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

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