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
keep it silent
Cause we all about that
1: Joey Bada$$]
Besides the fact a nigga never been as as me, I like that
Until I 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 probably should have did before
I'm on my girls and soaring, foreign them heels
It ain't the Ralph though, tell your horse chill
Don't need to grill to like a real nigga
If he can't see the light then 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
666 still no signs of a three-sixty deal
Neither did I sell myself, spinning by they self
The DJ tell myself go reflects off the reflex, before I told Flex 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 aside he could confess, but the less
It's fundamental, we need to fund the mental, wise with the
So rise on this momental, so born inquidentials
who you pretend to, and put a potent diamond to fuel
If you my conglomerate then wait I'm rocking to
It's such a prominent tune, but I won't get my roses until I lie on my


(Others such as are trying 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 Billy Dee 45
Fuck the polices, they but they can't find dope
If it ain't about money and bitches, what you rhyme for?
Work every day in my trap, what you sign for
My niggas is willing to whip work, it's such a ridiculous feeling
You in your crib and shit don't work
Electric, gas and water, you
You like Pookie at the Carter
the Jackson, this gangsta rapping, nigga respect the father
Taking it back to them pick a switch off the tree
Every time you rap or do a show bitch I pitch off your feet
You to flow 'bout goofy shit
Met a G and got on groupie shit
A slave to my rap page, student under my
I'm still these boys to school
As quick as I build up, I can just disassemble them
Coke and cut the curriculum stayed 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 Freddie 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
Chopping boulders, and doldgers so fuck a couple folders
Bended corners, and yola off of this motorola
Sometimes you sacrifice heart to serve this hard weight
Thirty of death from my waist, its baby scarface nigga
I got thirty rounds of death from my waist, its baby scarface 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 they really 'bout about it you dig?