Luyện nghe bài hát President

(Lil' Wayne)
And who i be? Baby, and honey please, say the baby,
and I got em on knees, saying baby,
Im a goodfella, they bout to me
but I made ho, I been paid ho,
I spent 2000 dollas on shades ho'
I'm red hot, I'm ice
I got enough cheese, keep me out mice hole
I got nice hoes, I got bad
Yea, Daddy's I got their bitches

hey we from, new orleans
hurricanes pussy murder scenes
and what we (drank)
that (lean)
cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get him!)
and what we That piffy (you know)
presidential shit, clinton (you know)
black (huh), windows tinted (i love it)
shit, monica lewinsky

----Verse

for the M*tha F*ckn title its your idle,
get 'til I die, got my hand on the bible
I'm a scrap what I'm writing wit a hand of rifle
If ya man feelin Eifel, Imma make his ass
Yeeah, 60 grand cut the lights on, 40 for the floor cut the mic on
thats right ho, Hawaiian punch sprite so wit the 'tuss
I'm on that leaaaan,
Yeah, and I'm on that
Won a I'm still on that team
yeah, and I'm ya dream,
And If ya cold man Imma blow that steam (PFFFF)
Hah, and I'm so clean
These leaves cost a stack, throw back jeans
You wouldn't know that you don't roll me
We in the building cool until i scream (yeah)

hey where we from, new
hurricanes pussy murder scenes
and what we (drank)
that (lean)
cuz that liquor get a ass beat (get bout him!)
and what we That piffy (you know)
presidential shit, bill (you know)
black phantom (huh), windows (i love it)
presidential shit, monica

Verse 2----

Ridin' in the mo'
Blowin sachmo
I'm strapped low
Baby go what ya know
Tinteds turn pictures new photo different frame
Money up, champagne, still posin', game
Cash money still, do it for the
black car, grey car, gas car, green car
backyard park, front yard car show
I'm somewhere in the
and it's where's waldo?
ten bricks straight air cargo
Weezy F. straight no barcode
You don't what my heart holds, straight fuel
Take ya bitch from the make her ass a mule
Put some on her back make her ass move
She daddy money back that's a fast move
40 G's one chain, that's a man
45 for the Jag

hey we from, new orleans
hurricanes pussy poppa's murder
and what we (drank)
lean (lean)
cuz that liquor get a nigga ass beat (get him!)
and what we smoke? That (you know)
shit, bill clinton (you know)
black (huh), windows tinted (i love it)
presidential shit, monica

3----

Uh, smooth out my to my whip
I leave the bullshit inside wit my
I move the heavy ass gun my hip
Then I sit the heavy ass strap on my lap
I'm steady as wit the strap
I'm heavy as da-white but not fat
I'm right like Betty and the fetti is the
The Birdman holla back where ya stack
I'm just tryin' to let my back
And chill where they got air at, Ya hear dat?
Champagne clear put that beer back
Got work so cheap on Sears racks
Holla at me on the low I take care of
And feds buy mixtapes I'm aware of that
But this here is the suffix you of dat
When you get shot you where ya at
and where we NEW ORLEANS