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

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

We so out of it, zero
Gangsta gumbo, serve 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy, still fuckin' wit block shit
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 talking under mass
throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass

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

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

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

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

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

here and this here is The Carter
Serve it while it's hot out the pot to mama
And Slim tell me 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 'cause I already 'em
And I ain't gotta get 'em 'cause I got 'em
Get 'em