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, it, ton, son, carry it

Check his vital signs, strike his nerve
Threw a viral curve, the tempest
Like lightning bolts thrown down from Mt. Olympus
Beat on your head like a Barker cymbal, crash

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

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

My uzi weigh a ton, son, it
Chocolate on the run, catching 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

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

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

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

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

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

This is deadly dangerous, Wu-Tang slanderous
Mosh pit bashing, watch 'em all bang to
Energy, energy, energy,
Buzz Lightyear, boy, from to infinity

Two on my side like Yosemite
You of that weak bullshit, here's the remedy
Jack Daniel Tennessee, with the Hennessy
Turn into a Chuck D, boy, Public

Or Flavor Flav, Johnny Depp, Wild
Poetical Emily Dickerson with the
Metaphor whore, I like the jigsaw
You strip the weak more, I'll be the sycamore

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

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