Luyện nghe bài hát Carry It

My uzi a ton, son, carry it
My uzi a ton, son, carry it
My uzi a ton, son, carry it
Ton, son, carry it, ton, son, it

Check his vital signs, strike his vital
a viral curve, the rhyme tempest
Like lightning bolts being thrown down Mt. Olympus
Beat on your head like a Travis cymbal, crash

I splash beyond
I tour you back to a cast, arrest your
Overthrow your whole settlement, is beat embellishment
Burn the house, the one and Gretel went

Unorthodox fly fox
Wu Killa Bee appear on your like the pox
Keep rivalries like and the Red Sox
I'd rather see it in the ballpark, then see it on the block,

My uzi a ton, son, carry it
Chocolate bunny on the run, Marriott
Sword in my hand, me parry it
The weight of the truth, can any man it?

My uzi weigh a ton, son, it
My uzi weigh a ton, son, it
My uzi weigh a ton, son, it
Ton, son, it, ton, son, carry it

the wrath of a soldier when his wings is up
We like the air force, generals with guns when up
Take it from leers, the stadium, the fans, the
Titty shots from the in the stands, we clear?

But we pop guns, so wild, it's like banging a guitar
On face, all jacked in your mouth
See the medals that I wear, it's honor, the hood to Bahamas
Back to Ghana, New and Compton

All my peoples get wilder than a pit
even bigger, this is getting me riled
Tattoos, I'm a child, I'm a floss
I'm a muthafucka, stop stressing me out

'Cause I play hard, go hard, smoke bongs, this is the most
Collaboration, me, and Ra'
Old engines, we gon' 'em, drop joints and perfect 'em
Chef is the Jon Bon and Led

My uzi a ton, son, carry it
My uzi a ton, son, carry it
My uzi weigh a ton, son, it
Ton, son, it, ton, son, carry it

This is deadly dark dangerous, Wu-Tang
Mosh pit bashing, watch 'em all to this
Energy, energy, energy,
Lightyear, boy, from here to infinity

Two guns on my like Yosemite
You sick of that bullshit, here's the remedy
Daniel Tennessee, mixed with the Hennessy
Turn into a D, boy, Public Enemy

Or Flav, Johnny Depp, Wild Tennessee
Poetical Dickerson with the similes
Metaphor whore, I puzzle like the
You strip the weak more, I'll be the sycamore

My uzi weigh a ton, son, it
Chocolate bunny on the run, catching
Sword in my hand, me bust and parry it
The weight of the truth, can any man it?

My uzi a ton, son, carry it
My uzi a ton, son, carry it
My uzi weigh a ton, son, it
Ton, son, carry it, ton, son, it

My uzi a ton, son, carry it
My uzi weigh a ton, son, it
My uzi weigh a ton, son, it
Ton, son, it, ton, son, carry it