Luyện nghe bài hát Carry It

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

Check his signs, strike his vital nerve
Threw a viral curve, the tempest
Like lightning 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 beat
Burn the house, the one Hansel and went

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

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

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

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

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

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 real muthafucka, stop me out

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

My uzi weigh a ton, son, it
My uzi weigh a ton, son, 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, 'em all bang to this
Energy, energy, energy,
Lightyear, boy, from here to infinity

Two on my side 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 Flavor Flav, Depp, Wild Tennessee
Poetical Emily Dickerson with the
Metaphor whore, I like the jigsaw
You like the weak more, I'll be the sycamore

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