Luyện nghe bài hát Carry On

(This is and direct)
(Others as myself are trying to carry on tradition)
(Carry on tradition)
You're static and I'm a
Mic 1,2,1,2
(Carry on tradition)
Mic when a nigga come through
keep it silent
Cause we all about that
1: Joey Bada$$]
Besides the a nigga never been as swank as me, I like that
Until I shine I sit patiently, so that, I'm folding back, scroll a pack
And a fatty, smokes heavy, not even over
Mad I'm thinking what probably should have did before
I'm on my girls and soaring, under them heels
It about the Ralph 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, the age of six I knew the name would ring a bell
In six more years to wonder what the time tell
That's 666 still no signs of a three-sixty
Neither did I myself, Records spinning by they self
The DJ tell myself go reflects off the reflex, before I told Flex drop that Semtex on the next New York
This sickest sound, stick around, and we for the vets now
Can a nigga contest? if he put his pride aside he could confess, but none the less
It's fundamental, we to fund the mental, wise with the momentum
So on this momental, so born your inquidentials
Watch who you to, and put a potent diamond to fuel
If you respect my conglomerate then wait I'm to
It's such a 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)
static and I'm a selektah
(This is and direct)
(Carry on tradition)
2: Freddie Gibbs]
(Nigga Hennesy)
(Nigga Hennesy)
(Nigga Hennesy)
(Nigga Hennesy)
With my lyrical Billy Dee 45
Fuck the polices, they raided but they can't 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 ridiculous
You come in your and shit don't work
Electric, gas and water, you
You mutilated Pookie at the Carter
Jumps the Jackson, this gangsta rapping, nigga respect the
Taking it back to making pick a switch off the tree
Every time you rap or do a show bitch I should pitch off feet
You to flow 'bout goofy shit
Met a G and got on groupie shit
A slave to my rap page, under my tutelage
I'm still taking these 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 shit to Michigan
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 blowing doldgers so fuck a couple
Bended corners, and yola off of this motorola
Sometimes you sacrifice heart to serve this hard weight
Thirty rounds of death from my waist, its baby scarface
Yeah I got thirty rounds of death from my waist, its scarface nigga
I got thirty rounds of death from my waist, its baby scarface
(Carry on tradition)
(You're and I'm a selektah)
You know what I'm saying these niggas is around in circles and shit
They ain't talking no real shit they ain't really 'bout it you dig?