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Текст песни Jay-Z - My President

Yeah, be the realest *-h-i-t I never wrote I ain’t write this by the way nigga, some real *-h-i-t right here nigga This’ll be the realest *-h-i-t you ever quote Let’s go! My president is black, my Lambo’s blue And I’ll be goddamned if my rims ain’t too My momma ain’t at home, and daddy’s still in jail ( )Tryna make a plate, anybody seen the scale? My president is black, my Lambo’s blue And I’ll be goddamned if my rims ain’t too My money’s light green and my Jordans light grey And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay? Let’s go! Today was a good day, hope I have me a great night I don’t know what you fishin for but catch you a great white Me, I see great white, heavy as killer whales I cannot believe this, who knew it came in bails Who knew what came with jail, who knew what came with prison Just cause you got opinions, does that make you a politician? Bush robbed all of us, would that make him a criminal? And then he cheated in Florida, would that make him a seminal? I say and I quote, “We need a miracle” And I say a miracle cause this *-h-i-t is hysterical By my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus Tell him forward to Moses and CC Allah Mr. Soul Survivor, guess that make me a Konvict Be all you be, now don’t that sound like some dumb *-h-i-t When you die over crude oil as black as my nigga Boo It’s really a Desert Storm, that’s word to my nigga Clue Catch me in Las Vegas, A.R. Arizona Rep for them real niggas, I’m winnin in California Winnin in Tennessee, hands down Atlanta Landslide Alabama, on my way to Sevana I said I woke up this morning, headache this big Pay all these damn bills, feed all these damn kids Buy all these school shoes, buy all these school clothes For some strange reason my son addicted to Polos Love me some spinach dip, I’m addicted to Houston’s And if the numbers is right I take a trip out to Houston An earthquake out in China, a hurricane in New Orleans Street Dreams Tour, I showed my a-s-s in New Orleans Did it for Soulja Slim, brought out B.G. It’s all love Bun, I’m forgivin you Pimp C You know how the P-i-m-p be, that nigga gon’ speak his mind If he could speak down from heaven he’d tell me stay on my grind Tell him I’m doin fine, Obama for mankind We ready for damn change so y’all let the man shine Stuntin on Martin Luther, feelin just like a king Guess this is what he meant when he said that he had a dream Yeah, our history, black history, no president ever did s-h-i-t for me Had to hit the streets, had to flip some keys so a nigga won’t go broke Then they put us in jail, now a nigga can’t go vote So I spend doe, all these hoes is trippin She a ain’t a politician, honey’s a polotician My president is black, rolls golden charms Twenty-two inch rims like Hulk Hogan’s arms When thousands of peoples is riled up to see you That can arouse ya ego, we got mouths to feed so Gotta stay true to who you are and where you came from Cause at the top will be the same place you hang from No matter how big you can ever be For whatever fee or publicity, never lose your integrity For years there’s been surprise horses in this stable Just two albums in, I’m the realest nigga on this label Mr. Black President, yo Obama for real They gotta put your face on the five-thousand dollar bill So I’m sittin right here now man It’s June 3rd haha, 2:08 AM Nigga I won’t say win, lose or draw Man we congratulate you already homie See I motivate the thugs right You motivate us homie, that’s what it is This a hands on policy, y’all touchin me right nigga Yeah, first black president, win, lose or draw nigga Haha, matter of fact, you know what it is man Shouts out to Jackie Robinson, Booker T, Washington homie Oh you ain’t think I knew that s-h-i-t? Sydney portea what dey do? Haha, my president is black I’m important too though, my Lambo’s blue I was, I was the first nigga to ride through my hood in a Lamborghini yeah haha

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