Luyện nghe bài hát Carter 4

I feel big, ya know what I
not, not big in the sense of weight
You what I mean like gaining weight
Or, nothin' that, like, COLOSSAL
what I mean like, uhhh (sigh)
I you were lookin' for me?

[Chorus - Lil
(Hey Mr. Carter)
(Tell me where you been?) Eheh, You know
(Cause they've been asking, they've searching)
They've wondering why?) I know, eheh
(Hey Mr. Carter) Hey,
(Tell me where you been?) Shitt, you know
(Cause been asking, they've been searching)

been wondering why?) Hahaha

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
To you forever, me to you
I somebody say "Chuuch!" I'ma need a suit
I'ma need a Coupe, I won't a roof
Flyer then Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice,
I got the flow, I'm see the roof
wear a buttletproof, so I got
shot and you can see the
Blind eyes could at me and see the truth
Wonder if Stevie do? But I'ma it to
God, not Beaver, you
Cause murder, why I kill O and even you
Man, I got Summer hatin' on me

I'm hotter the Sun
Got Spring hatin' on me cause I ain't never
hatin' on me cause I'm colder than ya'll
And I never, I would never, I would never fall
I'm being hated by the
So fuck ya'll who for no reason

[Chorus - Lil
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
(Tell me have you been?) Around
the world and I'm again!
(Cause they've asking, they've
been searching) Who's askin' 'bout me?
been wondering why?)
ya wonder-erin'! Hah!

(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
(Tell me where have you been?)
the world now I'm again!
(Cause been asking, they've
searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
They've been why?) Incase ya wonder-erin'! Ha

[Verse 2 - Lil Yeah
I been in and out the bitch
While ya'll asshole niggas been on the same
I flush 'em, and watch 'em go down the quick
Two you never hear "Wayne Quit!"
Cause Wayne win, and lose
I call 'em babies, cause they fools
And when snooze, We up!

Feet up a, Parap-liguck
Or, paraplegic? I parallel
In that red and yellow thing, old school Atlanta
I'm from Colli' Park, but I'm from Holleygrove
Now all my bloods "Zoowoo! and Dadda-do!"
I my role, and I play it well
And I wear it well, on my libra
I suck a pussy, a pussy leave it there
I don't want it, I don't care

[Chorus - Young!
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
(Tell me where you been?) Around
the now I'm back again!
(Cause been asking, they've

searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
They've been wondering why?) ya wonder-erin'!
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
(Tell me where you been?) Around
the now I'm back again!
(Cause they've asking, they've
been searching) Who's been askin' me?
They've wondering why?) Incase ya wonder-erin'!

3 - Jay-Z] Shyea
I'm here, in my chair
With my crown and my
Queen B, as I
Mic time my heir
Carter, go farther

Go further, go
Is that not why we
And if not, then why
Show no mercy in Marcy, loggers
And far being the bastard that Marcy had fathered
Now my name's being with the Martyrs
The and the Pac's, and the
Marley's and the
Govi, got me a molitell
Flow, even if you box well, stop the blows
Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the
The Dopebwoyy just off the spoon
Also, I'm so fly I'm on
Pilot, but just, stare at my wardrobe
I see Euros, that's right,
I took so much from this Rap game it's your go Young!

(Hey Mr. Carter)

[Verse 4 - Lil
my go, yeah
And I'ma go so of soft
Off the richter,
The Man Randy Savage, far from average
Above Flow, so, pro
I know, I slow and when I pass
They say "Whaddup killa man?" bringing up my past
And next time you Pac, Biggie, or Jay-Z
Don't forget Baby!

[Chorus - Lil

(Hey Mr. Carter)
(Tell me where have you been?)
(Cause they've been asking, been searching)
They've wondering why?) Haha
(Hey Mr. Carter)
(Tell me where you been?) Hova!
(Cause been asking,
been searching) Weezy
They've been why?) Baby!
(Choir - to finish)
(Hey Mr. Carter)
(Tell me where have you been?) I hustlin'
(Cause been asking, they've
been searching) Hustlin'
They've been why?) Chyeaa

[Outro - Lil

And I swear to everything, when I this earth
It's gon' be on feet, never knees in this dirt
And you can try me fucker, but I squeeze it hurt
Ahh, we'll lose two lives, and mine
Gimme any of time, don't let Miss Carter grieve
At the Funeral Parlor, tears down my sleeve
Gimme any amount of time,
let Miss grieve...