Luyện nghe bài hát Carter Ii

So you it this far, heh, we upstairs, I let you up here
You special, Marley, shoot, you know what this is?
The Carter II people, still The Carter II people
Yeah, you still in The II people, hey yeah

All I have in this world is a pistol and a
A full of dollars, a list full of problems
I'll address them like P.O.
Yeah I'm from New Orleans, the Creole

We so out of it, tolerance
Gangsta gumbo, I'll 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy, still wit that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet 'til your a drip

slip, you might fall and bust your ass
No snakes at the carter, tell the gardener cut the
I hear 'em but talking under mass
throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass

That's Cash Money, pie
We ain't runnin', we don't sayin' fuck the other side
Don't get on it, this the dailiest grind
I'll put heart on it and walk on it

The chalks only for the art
How trace ya after I erase ya
Look around, we at war and you in preparation
I'm for them reparations, no patience

Slow is better than no paper
Fast money don't too long, you gotta pace it
You know that paper
If you got it a caper, you gotta blow that paper

Gotta know that photo phobia, no moments
Feds with my pictures on 'em
Nah, I ain't even in the yearbook
I don't do too posin', got a cool killer look

crook, get your career took
I'm like a briezeer hook
Bitch cheer, gear, the hunter's here
Better it by ear, you ain't nothing but a deer

Around here and this here is The
Serve it while it's hot out the pot to mama
And tell me ain't nobody hotter
But get boy some dippin' sauce, I want the whole enchilada

I got 'em by the collar, me drop 'em
On the at the bottom
You ain't shoot 'em 'cause I already shot 'em
And I ain't get 'em 'cause I already got 'em
Get 'em