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 II people, still The Carter II people
Yeah, you still in The Carter II people, hey

All I in this world is a pistol and a promise
A fist of dollars, a list full of problems
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 fuckin' wit that block
Wet your ass up, to feet 'til your sock a drip

Don't slip, you might fall and bust ass
No snakes at the carter, the gardener cut the grass
I 'em but they talking under mass
throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass

That's Money, honey pie
We ain't runnin', we don't hide sayin' fuck the 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 riding for reparations, no patience

Slow paper is better than no
money 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
Feds walls with my on 'em
Nah, I even in the school yearbook
I don't do too posin', got a cool killer look

Career crook, get career took
I'm like a briezeer hook
cheer, camouflage 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 while hot out the pot to your mama
And Slim tell me 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 gotta shoot 'em I already shot 'em
And I ain't gotta get 'em 'cause I got 'em
Get 'em