Luyện nghe bài hát Carry On

(This is and direct)
(Others such as myself are trying to on tradition)
(Carry on tradition)
static and I'm a selektah
Mic 1,2,1,2
(Carry on tradition)
Mic check when a nigga through
Niggas keep it
Cause we all about that
[Verse 1: Joey
Besides the fact a never been as swank as me, I like that
Until I shine I sit patiently, so light that, I'm folding back, a pack
And roll a fatty, heavy, not even over
Mad I'm thinking what they probably should have did
I'm on my and soaring, foreign under them heels
It ain't about the though, tell your horse chill
Don't to grill to feel like a real nigga
If he can't see the light then shine still
Six-figure deals with the hell, since the age of six I the name would ring a bell
In six more years to what the time could tell
That's 666 no signs of a three-sixty deal
Neither did I sell myself, Records by they self
The DJ tell myself go reflects off the reflex, before I told Flex drop that Semtex on the next New best
This sickest sound, stick around, and we for the vets now
Can a nigga contest? Maybe if he put his pride aside he confess, but none the less
It's fundamental, we need to the mental, wise with the momentum
So rise on this momental, so born 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 trying to on tradition)
(Carry on tradition)
static and I'm a selektah
(This is and direct)
(Carry on tradition)
[Verse 2: Gibbs]
(Nigga Hennesy)
(Nigga Hennesy)
(Nigga Hennesy)
(Nigga Hennesy)
my lyrical Billy Dee 45 colt
Fuck the polices, raided but they can't find dope
If it ain't about money and bitches, nigga what you 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 come in your and shit don't work
Electric, gas and water, you
You mutilated like at the Carter
Jumps the Jackson, gangsta 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 pitch off your
You used to 'bout goofy shit
Met a G and got on some groupie
A slave to my rap page, student my tutelage
I'm taking these boys to school
As as I build them up, I can just disassemble them
Coke and cut the curriculum cousin stayed up in
I was shipping this shit to
The black fuck lean [?] I see the bitch in them
squad drop a pile on them, I'm steadily shitting on these niggas
But i hit them with Freddie Cane, up the style on 'em
I stretched it out to 250 he got a nine
[?] night but I'm up as early as something
Chopping boulders, and doldgers so fuck a couple folders
Bended corners, and yola off of this motorola
Sometimes you sacrifice your heart to serve hard weight
Thirty of death from my waist, its baby scarface nigga
Yeah I got thirty rounds of death my waist, its baby scarface nigga
I got thirty rounds of death from my waist, its baby nigga
(Carry on tradition)
(You're and I'm a selektah)
You what I'm saying these niggas is rapping around in circles and shit
They ain't no real shit they ain't really 'bout about it you dig?