Luyện nghe bài hát Carry On

(This is and direct)
(Others such as myself are trying to 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
Niggas it silent
Cause we all that knowledge
[Verse 1: Joey
the fact 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 roll a fatty, heavy, not even over
Mad I'm thinking what they should have did before
I'm on my girls and soaring, foreign under them
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 Hilfigers
deals with the hell, since the age of six I knew the name would ring a bell
In six more years to wonder what the time could
That's 666 no signs of a three-sixty deal
Neither did I sell myself, spinning by they self
The DJ tell go reflects off the reflex, before I told Flex drop that Semtex on the next New York best
sickest sound, stick around, and we coming for the vets now
Can a nigga contest? Maybe if he put his aside he could confess, but none the less
It's fundamental, we need to fund the mental, wise 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 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 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 Billy Dee 45
Fuck the polices, raided 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 come in your and shit don't work
Electric, gas and water, you
You like Pookie at the Carter
Jumps the Jackson, this gangsta rapping, nigga respect the
Taking it to making them pick a switch off the tree
time you rap or do a show bitch I should pitch off your feet
You used to flow 'bout shit
Met a G and got on some shit
A slave to my rap page, student my tutelage
I'm still taking these to school
As quick as I build up, I can just disassemble them
Coke and cut the curriculum cousin stayed up in
I was shipping this shit to
The black bastard fuck [?] I see the bitch in them
Copper squad drop a on them, I'm steadily shitting on these niggas
But i hit them with Freddie Cane, up the style on 'em
I it out to 250 he got a nine coming
[?] night but I'm up as as five something
Chopping boulders, and blowing doldgers so fuck a folders
corners, and serving yola off of this motorola
Sometimes you sacrifice heart to serve this hard weight
rounds of death from my waist, its baby scarface nigga
Yeah I got thirty rounds of death from my waist, its baby 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 I'm saying these niggas is rapping around in circles and shit
They talking no real shit they ain't really 'bout about it you dig?