Luyện nghe bài hát Carter Ii

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

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

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

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

Cash Money, honey pie
We ain't runnin', we hide sayin' fuck the other side
get caught on it, this the dailiest grind
I'll put your on it and walk on it

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

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

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

Career crook, get your took
I'm back like a briezeer
cheer, camouflage gear, the hunter's here
Better play it by ear, you nothing but a deer

Around here and this here is The
Serve it while hot out the pot to your mama
And Slim tell me nobody hotter
But get your boy some sauce, I want the whole enchilada

I got 'em by the collar, me drop 'em
On the head at the
You ain't gotta shoot 'em 'cause I shot 'em
And I ain't gotta get 'em 'cause I got 'em
Get 'em