Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Presidents

Let me try this,
Uh,
coming soon,
I'm out for Presidents to me,
up nigga?
Yea niggaaaa, yea, uh,

Gimmie my money, man, why else a nigga be grinding? (right)
I'm for them diamonds, dog, how could a nigga be shining?(true)
I'm glowing, knowing the flow intact,
Get this record deal, I swear to God, my 'mil I'm blowing that! (haha)
Now, like fuck it I know grow it back, shit, it's nothing,
Funny how blacks spend their money on mad for stuntin,'(yea)
But shit, all we know man, thats how a niggas raised (true),
You bout two things: getting pussy, getting paid. (uh)
And you be gettin' laid by the time you in ninth grade,
So niggas lying on they dick and hoes giving brain, yea.
In dreamin' bout having these nice things, (uh)
And then you look and wonder why you strugglin'
But whites ain't. (hmmm)
I it off like, "fuck it, it's motivation,"(yea)
niggas gotta walk through life, some niggas roller skating, (uh)
Some niggas steps, some niggas chose to take 'em. (yea)
And for that fortune, man, niggas sold their soul to Satan,
But fuck it man, I ain't hatin,' I go for mines.
My little pregnant now, I put in overtime,
On my grind, yea, just like the making Fortunes,
I'm focused, on my bite, like a cobra, I'm get my Oprah on.
These hoes is crying cuz I pay 'em attention, (nah)
is money, bitch, and a nigga payin tuition, (ahaha)
Real niggas by using their intuition, (yup)
While these fake niggas ain't doing, they into wishin,'

Yeah,
uh,
I'm out for Presidents to me,
I'm Benjamins, nigga,
nigga,
Washingtons, man,
of those,
Yeah!

'Til I'm rich, ain't no reason to nigga,
Its greed that make a nigga wink at the devil to get cheese,
You niggas couldn't think at my level, even trees,
You couldn't get this with a shovel, now nigga, please,
I'm chasing G's tryna some diamonds on them freeze,
shit, sneeze on some thousand-dollar sleeves.
Ease to the top and I'm not leave 'til I'm hot,
But my watch gotta breeze, a nigga,
Boy, I'm without the diamonds in my mouth,
Out while you reclining on your couch,
I'm climbing, you blinded by the doubt,
My riding is devout, so talking violence out yo' mouth,
And you gonna what I'm about, nigga!
Far a slouch, nigga, I ain't gonna parl