Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Presidents

Rather you me
If you've been fucking with me since of Miami
It's hell of a fucking journey
M-m-maybach
Ain't nun' nigga
Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a lil' violent
Blame it on
it
Beat

I'm pulling off the lot, I the cash
Her future bright, don't give a fuck her past
Her ass be looking inside the leggings
But I that she's missing all the edges
I run the game just by with the felons
Pour out the Judy, got rich calisthenics
Walking in the court room, on the beverage
I know the so I got a lot of leverage
Pissing on bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly)
loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you never a letter
in a box, got her rapping acapella
Can't trust no people fucking the presser
I got a chopper, but make me be the devil
He knocking on the door and all the
Gave me where I'm hiding in the last verse

Dead presidents, dead them presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas
go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead them presidents
presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, fair
Let's go to trial, we guilty till innocent

I got thirty white like Tommy Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I blood money
On my third passport, and I'm geechie as
I got wet stripper pussy at the
I got green dollars on my transport
Bussing down a hundred in the bath tub
Fuck this pussy in some house shoes
I got money, nigga, I got war wounds
the culture on the hammer, ain't no dance moves
I was on the [??] stupid, hanging with my Haitians
Murder's on the news, all pages
and catching bodies, ain't no relations
I was stacking Ben Franklins in Fiji
They rocking two times in a row, that's a
And I'm fucking niggas hoes cus easy
I'm in here fucking wives, balls breezy
She gotta like she love like she need me
I got my flooded all with extra TVs
I make a movie single fucking day
I John Travolta when I flood that face

Dead presidents, dead dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead dead presidents
go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
Let's go to trial, we guilty proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead them dead
Dead presidents, them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, fair
go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent

go!
Hands on niggas, got the yellow bracelet
off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Fuck you niggas woes, when I was ashing
Loafers in the chop, I it classy nigga
Build a empire, yeah that's whats my of mind
Motherfuck 'em all, that's whats my state of mind
Keep the block sober there, we it Lego land
Meanwhile the kids smoking its Amsterdam
boy prez, you know who got the truths
Sixteen I bought my first rollie
Legend in my just like I'm Escobar
Never dirty in the extra car

Dead presidents, them dead presidents
presidents, dead them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas
go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent
Dead presidents, them dead presidents
presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, sentences
go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent