Luyện nghe bài hát Carry It

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

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

I beyond measurements
I tour you to a cast, arrest your development
Overthrow your whole settlement, this is embellishment
Burn the house, the one Hansel and went

Unorthodox fly fox
Wu Killa Bee 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 a ton, son, carry it
Chocolate on the run, catching Marriott
in my hand, watch me 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

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

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

All my peoples get than a mosh 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 and perfect 'em
Chef is the Jon Bon and Led

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

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

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

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

My uzi weigh a ton, son, it
Chocolate on the run, catching Marriott
Sword in my hand, watch me and 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, carry it, ton, son, it

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