Luyện nghe bài hát Carry On

(This is and direct)
(Others as myself are trying to carry 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 knowledge
[Verse 1: Bada$$]
Besides the a nigga never been as swank as me, I like that
I shine 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 they probably have did before
I'm on my girls and soaring, foreign under heels
It about the Ralph though, tell your horse chill
need to grill to feel like a real nigga
If he can't see the light then Hilfigers 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 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 told Flex drop Semtex 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 the mental, wise with the momentum
So rise on this momental, so born your
Watch who you pretend to, and put a potent to fuel
If you respect my conglomerate then wait I'm to
It's such a prominent tune, but I won't get my roses I lie on my tomb


(Others as myself are trying to carry 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 lyrical Dee 45 colt
Fuck the polices, they raided but can't find dope
If it ain't about money and bitches, what you rhyme for?
Work day in my trap, make what you sign for
My is willing to whip that work, it's such a ridiculous feeling
You come in your crib and shit work
Electric, gas and water, you
You mutilated Pookie at the Carter
Jumps the Jackson, this gangsta rapping, respect the father
Taking it back to them pick a switch off the tree
Every you rap or do a show bitch I should pitch off your feet
You to flow 'bout goofy shit
Met a G and got on some groupie
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 just them
Coke and cut the curriculum cousin stayed up in
I was shipping shit to Michigan
The bastard 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 Freddie Cane, switch up the style on 'em
I stretched it out to 250 he got a nine
[?] but I'm up as early as five something
Chopping boulders, and blowing so fuck a couple folders
corners, and serving yola off of this motorola
Sometimes you sacrifice your heart to serve hard weight
Thirty rounds of death from my waist, its baby nigga
Yeah I got thirty rounds of death my waist, its baby 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 rapping in circles and shit
They ain't talking no real shit they ain't really 'bout it you dig?