Luyện nghe bài hát Carry On

(This is and direct)
(Others as myself are trying to carry on tradition)
(Carry on tradition)
static and I'm a selektah
Mic 1,2,1,2
(Carry on tradition)
Mic when a nigga come through
Niggas keep it
Cause we all that knowledge
[Verse 1: Bada$$]
Besides the fact a nigga never been as swank as me, I that
I shine I sit patiently, so light that, I'm folding back, scroll a pack
And roll a fatty, heavy, not even over
Mad I'm thinking they probably should have did before
I'm on my and soaring, foreign under them heels
It ain't about the though, tell your horse chill
Don't need to grill to feel like a nigga
If he see the light then shine Hilfigers still
Six-figure deals with the hell, since the age of six I knew the name ring a bell
In six more to wonder what the time could tell
That's 666 still no signs of a deal
Neither did I myself, Records spinning by they self
The DJ tell myself go reflects off the reflex, before I told Flex that Semtex on the next New York best
This sound, stick around, and we coming for the vets now
Can a nigga contest? Maybe if he put his aside he could confess, but none the less
It's fundamental, we to fund the mental, wise with the momentum
So rise on this momental, so born inquidentials
Watch who you to, and put a potent diamond to fuel
If you respect my then wait I'm rocking to
It's such a prominent tune, but I won't get my roses until I lie on my


(Others such as myself are to carry on tradition)
(Carry on tradition)
You're static and I'm a
(This is and direct)
(Carry on tradition)
2: Freddie Gibbs]
(Nigga Hennesy)
(Nigga Hennesy)
(Nigga Hennesy)
(Nigga Hennesy)
With my Billy Dee 45 colt
the polices, they raided but they can't find dope
If it about money and bitches, nigga what you rhyme for?
Work every day in my trap, make you sign for
My niggas is willing to that work, it's such a ridiculous feeling
You in your crib and shit don't work
Electric, gas and water, you
You mutilated like at the Carter
Jumps the Jackson, this rapping, nigga respect the father
it back to making them pick a switch off the tree
Every time you rap or do a show bitch I should off your feet
You used to flow 'bout shit
Met a G and got on some shit
A slave to my rap page, student under my
I'm still taking these to school
As quick as I build them up, I can disassemble them
Coke and cut the curriculum cousin up in Flint
I was shipping shit to Michigan
The black bastard fuck [?] I see the bitch in them
Copper squad drop a pile on them, I'm steadily on these niggas
But i hit them Freddie Cane, switch up the style on 'em
I stretched it out to 250 he got a nine
[?] night but I'm up as early as something
boulders, and blowing doldgers so fuck a couple folders
Bended corners, and serving off of this motorola
you sacrifice your heart to serve this hard weight
Thirty rounds of death my waist, its baby scarface nigga
Yeah I got thirty rounds of death from my waist, its baby nigga
I got thirty rounds of death from my waist, its baby nigga
(Carry on tradition)
(You're and I'm a selektah)
You know what I'm saying these niggas is rapping in circles and shit
They ain't talking no real they ain't really 'bout about it you dig?