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 know this is?
Still The II people, still The Carter II people
Yeah, you still in The II people, hey yeah

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

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

Don't slip, you might fall and your ass
No snakes at the carter, tell the gardener cut the
I hear 'em but they talking under
Stop throwing at a bulletproof glass

That's Cash Money, pie
We ain't runnin', we don't sayin' fuck the other side
Don't get caught on it, this the 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 for them reparations, no patience

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

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

Career crook, get career took
I'm back like a briezeer
Bitch cheer, camouflage gear, the here
Better play it by ear, you ain't but a deer

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

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