Luyện nghe bài hát Carry On

(This is and direct)
(Others such as myself are to carry on tradition)
(Carry on tradition)
static and I'm a selektah
Mic 1,2,1,2
(Carry on tradition)
Mic check a nigga come through
keep it silent
Cause we all about knowledge
[Verse 1: Bada$$]
Besides the fact a never been as swank as me, I like that
Until I I sit patiently, so light that, I'm folding back, scroll a pack
And a fatty, smokes 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 Ralph though, tell your horse
Don't need to grill to feel 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 knew the name would ring a
In six more years to wonder what the could tell
That's 666 still no signs of a deal
Neither did I sell myself, Records spinning by self
The DJ tell myself go reflects off the reflex, before I told Flex drop that on the next New York 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 fund the mental, wise with the
So rise on momental, so born your inquidentials
Watch who you pretend to, and put a diamond to fuel
If you my conglomerate then wait I'm rocking to
It's such a prominent tune, but I get my roses until I lie on my tomb


(Others as myself are trying to carry 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, they but they can't find dope
If it about money and bitches, nigga what you rhyme for?
Work day in my trap, make what you sign for
My niggas is willing to whip that work, it's such a feeling
You come in your crib and shit don't
Electric, gas and water, you
You like Pookie at the Carter
Jumps the Jackson, this gangsta rapping, respect the father
Taking it back to making them a switch off the tree
Every you rap or do a show bitch I should pitch off your feet
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 still 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 shit to
The black bastard fuck lean [?] I see the bitch in
Copper 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 blowing doldgers so a couple folders
Bended corners, and serving off of this motorola
Sometimes you sacrifice your heart to this hard weight
Thirty rounds of death from my waist, its baby scarface
I got thirty rounds of death from my waist, its baby scarface nigga
I got rounds of death from my waist, its baby scarface nigga
(Carry on tradition)
(You're and I'm a selektah)
You know what I'm saying these niggas is rapping around in and shit
They ain't talking no real shit they ain't really 'bout about it you