Luyện nghe bài hát Carry On

(This is and direct)
(Others as myself are trying to carry on tradition)
(Carry on tradition)
You're static and I'm a
Mic 1,2,1,2
(Carry on tradition)
Mic when a nigga come through
Niggas keep it
Cause we all about that
[Verse 1: Joey
Besides the fact a nigga never been as as me, I like that
I shine I sit patiently, so light that, I'm folding back, scroll a pack
And roll a fatty, smokes heavy, not even
Mad I'm thinking what they probably have did before
I'm on my and soaring, foreign under them heels
It ain't about the Ralph though, your horse chill
Don't need to grill to feel like a nigga
If he can't see the then shine Hilfigers still
Six-figure with the hell, since the age of six I knew the name would ring a bell
In six years to wonder what the time could tell
That's 666 still no signs of a three-sixty
did I sell myself, Records spinning by they self
The DJ tell go reflects off the reflex, before I told Flex drop that Semtex on the next New York best
sickest sound, stick around, and we coming for the vets now
Can a nigga Maybe if he put his pride aside he could confess, but none the less
It's fundamental, we need to the mental, wise with the momentum
So rise on this momental, so your inquidentials
Watch who you pretend to, and put a diamond to fuel
If you respect my conglomerate then wait I'm to
It's such a prominent tune, but I get my roses until I lie on my tomb


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