Luyện nghe bài hát Carry On

(This is and direct)
(Others such as are trying 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
Niggas it silent
Cause we all that knowledge
1: Joey Bada$$]
Besides the a nigga 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, smokes heavy, not even
Mad I'm thinking they probably should have did before
I'm on my girls and soaring, foreign them heels
It ain't about the though, tell your horse chill
Don't need to grill to feel like a 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 no signs of a three-sixty deal
did I sell myself, Records spinning by they self
The DJ tell myself go reflects off the reflex, before I told drop 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 pride 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 born inquidentials
Watch who you pretend to, and put a diamond to fuel
If you respect my conglomerate wait I'm rocking to
such a prominent tune, but I won't get my roses until I lie on my tomb


(Others such as myself are trying to on tradition)
(Carry on tradition)
You're and I'm a selektah
(This is and direct)
(Carry on tradition)
[Verse 2: Gibbs]
(Nigga Hennesy)
(Nigga Hennesy)
(Nigga Hennesy)
(Nigga Hennesy)
With my Billy Dee 45 colt
Fuck the polices, they raided but they find dope
If it ain't about money and bitches, nigga what you rhyme
every day in my trap, make what you sign for
My niggas is to whip that work, it's such a ridiculous feeling
You come in your and shit don't work
Electric, gas and water, you
You like Pookie at the Carter
Jumps the Jackson, gangsta rapping, nigga respect the father
Taking it back to making them pick a off the tree
Every time you rap or do a show I should pitch off your feet
You used to flow 'bout goofy
Met a G and got on some groupie
A slave to my rap page, under my tutelage
I'm still taking boys to school
As as I build them up, I can just disassemble them
Coke and cut the curriculum cousin up in Flint
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 them with 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 doldgers so fuck a couple folders
Bended corners, and serving yola off of this
Sometimes you sacrifice your heart to serve hard weight
rounds of death from my waist, its baby scarface nigga
Yeah I got 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 circles and
They ain't talking no real shit they ain't really 'bout about it you