Luyện nghe bài hát Carter Ii

So you made it this far, heh, we upstairs, I let you up
You special, Marley, shoot, you know what this is?
The Carter II people, still The Carter II people
Yeah, you in The Carter II people, hey yeah

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

We so out of it, tolerance
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 hide sayin' fuck the side
Don't get caught on it, this the dailiest
put your heart on it and walk on it

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

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

Gotta know photo phobia, no Kodak moments
Feds with my pictures on 'em
Nah, I ain't even in the school
I don't do too much posin', got a killer look

crook, get your career took
I'm back like a hook
Bitch cheer, gear, the hunter's here
Better it by ear, you ain't nothing but a deer

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

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