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 vital
Threw a viral curve, the tempest
lightning bolts being thrown down from Mt. Olympus
Beat on head like a Travis Barker cymbal, crash

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

fly rhyming fox
Wu Bee appear on your body like the pox
rivalries 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
in my hand, watch me 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

Feel the of a soldier 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 from the bitches in the stands, we

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

All my peoples get than a mosh pit
Roll 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, bongs, this is the most strong
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 weigh a ton, son, it
My uzi weigh a ton, son, it
Ton, son, carry it, ton, son, it

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

Two guns on my side Yosemite
You sick of that weak bullshit, the remedy
Jack Daniel Tennessee, mixed the Hennessy
Turn into a D, boy, Public Enemy

Or Flavor Flav, Johnny Depp, Tennessee
Poetical Emily Dickerson the similes
whore, I puzzle like the jigsaw
You strip like the weak more, I'll be the

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