Luyện nghe bài hát Carry On

(This is and direct)
(Others such as myself are trying to on tradition)
(Carry on tradition)
You're and I'm a selektah
Mic 1,2,1,2
(Carry on tradition)
Mic check when a nigga come
keep it silent
Cause we all about that
[Verse 1: Bada$$]
Besides the fact a nigga been as swank as me, I like that
Until I shine I sit patiently, so light that, I'm folding back, scroll a
And a fatty, smokes heavy, not even over
Mad I'm thinking what they probably should did before
I'm on my girls and soaring, foreign them heels
It ain't about the Ralph though, your horse chill
Don't need to grill to like a real nigga
If he can't see the light shine Hilfigers still
Six-figure deals with the hell, 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 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 Flex drop that Semtex on the next New York best
sickest sound, stick around, and we coming for the vets now
Can a nigga contest? Maybe if he put his pride he could confess, but none the less
It's fundamental, we to fund the mental, wise with the momentum
So rise on momental, so born your inquidentials
Watch who you pretend to, and put a potent diamond to
If you respect my conglomerate then I'm rocking 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)
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, 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 what you for
My niggas is to whip that work, it's such a ridiculous feeling
You come in your crib and shit don't
Electric, gas and water, you
You mutilated like at the Carter
Jumps the Jackson, this gangsta rapping, nigga the father
it back to making them pick a switch off the tree
Every time you rap or do a show bitch I pitch off your feet
You used to 'bout goofy shit
Met a G and got on some shit
A slave to my rap page, student under my
I'm still 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 this shit to Michigan
The black fuck lean [?] I see the bitch in them
Copper squad drop a pile on them, I'm shitting on these niggas
But i hit them with 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 five
boulders, and blowing doldgers so fuck a couple folders
Bended corners, and serving off of this motorola
Sometimes you sacrifice your to serve this hard weight
Thirty rounds of death from my waist, its scarface nigga
Yeah I got thirty rounds of death from my waist, its baby nigga
I got thirty rounds of death my waist, its baby scarface nigga
(Carry on tradition)
(You're and I'm a selektah)
You know I'm saying these niggas is rapping around in circles and shit
They ain't talking no real shit ain't really 'bout about it you dig?