Question

Dead Presidents 中文歌词

真服了。 中文歌词 不懂？ 难道是外国人回答的？

Answer 1

Chamillionaire - Dead Presidents

For the love of money
For the love of money
(Chorus - Nas {Chamillionaire})
Presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for dead (fuckin) presidents to represent me
{I'm out for dead presidents to represent me}
(Verse 1 - Chamillionaire)
Check it, that's why I put no people under my wing
Welcome rain but still wonder what the thunder might bring
I already did my thing, I will forever be king
Take a look inside my pockets, such a devilish thing
They say that money's the root, a tree's growin out of my pocket
I pull a branch off it and try my best not to drop it (why?)
'Cause gold diggers watch and I like to call it boppin
And I am not a Simpson/simp son but rest in peace to Cochran (Amen)
You're rich man, they tell me this how it 'sposed to feel
Haters try to hinder the hustle before I close the deal (fo' real)
But it's off with your head homie, you know the drill
Hang your body up from a ceiling and call it overkill (woo)
Chamilli, I am the Alpha and Omega
Stoppin me is like winter in Denver with humid weather
Never, ever, ever, your head it could get severed (yeah)
I got these haters sick, it'd be better to get better
How do you possibly think you're reachin as high after me?
Three times quicker, just call me the triathlete
It ain't a thing that I did that I feel I can't repeat (what?)
It ain't a thing that I did that I feel I can't repeat (okay)
They spend their life to prove their realness to half a street
Already lived your entire life in a half a week
Destiny lookin fine, so I just smack a cheek
And even when I'm not even tryin, another can't compete, yeah
(Chorus 2 - Nas {Chamillionaire})
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for dead (fuckin) presidents to represent me
{I'm out for dead presidents to represent me}
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for dead (fuckin) presidents to represent me
{I'm out for dead presidents to represent me}
(Verse 2 - Chamillionaire)
Before I had a million, I talked a million into existence
They say it pays off, well thank you to my persistence (you welcome)
Look at the vehicle to see how well I lived it
I keep a elbow on the rim like I was Vincent (Carter)
Too bad you missed it, a decade already passed
Already got everything that they said that I couldn't have (couldn't have)
And now I don't even want it, look at it like it's trash
One man's trash is another's treasure, so get a bag
Apologies for all of the materialism
But all the times that I didn't do it is when they didn't listen (listen)
So now I sit and vision, times when my wrists didn't glisten
Like I just want to go back but who the heck I'm kiddin? (woo)
'Cause if I did that, then you would never get mad
I'd be tryin to get back to where I am in this rap
So I just try to get cash and be done with the riff-raff
And I swear a slut could never, ever get half (haha)
(Chorus 2 - Nas {Chamillionaire})
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for dead (fuckin) presidents to represent me
{I'm out for dead presidents to represent me}
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for dead (fuckin) presidents to represent me
{I'm out for dead presidents to represent me}
Chamillionaire - Dead Presidents

Answer 2

"I′m out for dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me （Whose...）"
Chorus:
"Presidents to represent me" --> Nas "Get money!"
Rock... on， Roc-A-Fella y′all
"I′m out for presidents to represent me" "Get money!"
The saga continues
"I′m out for presidents to represent me" "Get money!"
Ahh， who wanna bet us that we don′t touch leathers
Stack cheddars forever， live treacherous all the et ceteras
To the death of us， me and my confidants， we shine
You feel the ambiance， y′all niggaz just rhyme
By the ounce dough accumulates like snow
We don′t just shine， we illuminate the whole show; you feel me?
Factions from the other side would love to kill me
Spill three quarts of my blood into the street， let alone the heat
Fuck em， we hate a nigga lovin this life
In all possible ways， know the Feds is buggin my life
Hospital days， reflectin when my man laid up
On the Uptown high block he got his side sprayed up
I saw his life slippin， this is a minor set back
Yo， still in all we livin， just dream about the get back
That made him smile though his eyes said， "Pray for me"
I′ll do you one better and slay these niggaz faithfully
Murder is a tough thing to digest， it′s a slow process
and I ain′t got nothin but time
I had near brushes， not to mention three shots
close range， never touched me， divine intervention
Can′t stop I， from drinkin Mai-Tai′s， with Ta Ta
Down in Nevada， ha ha， Poppa， word life
I dabbled in crazy weight without rap， I was crazy straight
Potnah， I′m still spendin money from eighty-eight... what?
Chorus
Geyeah， know what? I′ll make..
you and your wack mans fold like bad hands
Roll like Monopoly， ad-vance you copy me
like white crystals， I gross the most
at the end of the fiscal year than these niggaz can wish to
The dead presidential， canidate
with the sprinkles and the presidental， ice that′ll offend you
In due time when crime fleas my mind
All sneak thieves and playa haters can shine
But until then I keep the trillion cut diamonds shinin brilliant
I′ll tell you half the story， the rest you fill it in
Long as the villian win
I spend Japan yen， attend major events
Catch me in the joints， convinced my iguanas is bitin
J-A-Y hyphen， controllin， manipulatin
I got a good life man， pounds and pence
Nuff dollars make sense， while you ride the bench
Catch me swinging for the fence
Dead Presidents， ya know
Chorus
Uh-huh， yeah， uh-huh， so be it
The Soviet， The Unified Steady Flow
You already know， you light I′m heavy roll， heavy dough
Mic macheted your flow， your paper falls slow
like confetti， mines a steady grow， bet he glow
Pay five dead it from blow， better believe I have
eleven sixty to show， my doe flip like Tae-Kwon
Jay-Z The Icon， baby， you like Dom， maybe this Cristal′s
to change your life huh， roll with the winners
Heavy spenders like hit records: Roc-A-Fella
Don′t get it corrected this shit is perfected
from chips to chicks just drivin a Lexus
Make it without your gun， we takin everything you brung
We cake and you niggaz is fake and we gettin it done
Crime Family， well connected Jay-Z
And you fake thugs is Unplugged like MTV
I empty three， take your treasure， my pleasure
Dead presidentials， politics as usual
Bla-ouw!
"Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me （Whose...）"
"Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me （Whose...）"
"Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me （Whose...）"
"Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me （Whose...）"
Chorus 2X