Luyện nghe bài hát Carter Ii

So you made it far, heh, we upstairs, I let you up here
You special, Marley, don't shoot, you what this is?
The Carter II people, still The Carter II people
Yeah, you still in The II people, hey yeah

All I have in this world is a and a promise
A fist of dollars, a list full of problems
I'll address them like P.O.
Yeah I'm from New Orleans, the cockpit

We so out of it, tolerance
Gangsta gumbo, serve 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy, fuckin' wit that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet 'til your sock a

slip, you might fall and bust your ass
No at the carter, tell the gardener cut the grass
I hear 'em but they talking under
throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass

That's Cash Money, pie
We ain't runnin', we don't sayin' fuck the other side
get caught on it, this the dailiest grind
I'll put your heart on it and on it

The chalks only for the art
How they trace ya I erase ya
Look around, we at war and you still in
I'm riding for reparations, no patience

paper is better than no paper
Fast money don't last too long, you gotta it
You know that paper
If you got it from a caper, you blow that paper

Gotta that photo phobia, no Kodak moments
walls with my pictures on 'em
Nah, I ain't even in the yearbook
I don't do too much posin', got a cool killer

Career crook, get career took
I'm back like a briezeer
Bitch cheer, camouflage gear, the here
play it by ear, you ain't nothing but a deer

Around here and this is The Carter
Serve it while hot out the pot to your mama
And Slim tell me ain't nobody
But get your boy some dippin' sauce, I want the enchilada

I got 'em by the collar, watch me 'em
On the at the bottom
You ain't gotta 'em 'cause I already shot 'em
And I ain't gotta get 'em I already got 'em
Get 'em