Luyện nghe bài hát Carter Ii

So you made it far, heh, we upstairs, I let you up here
You special, Marley, shoot, you know what this is?
Still The 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 list of problems
address them like P.O. Boxes
Yeah I'm New Orleans, the Creole cockpit

We so out of it, zero
gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy, still wit that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet your sock 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 mass
Stop throwing pebbles at a glass

That's Cash Money, pie
We ain't runnin', we don't hide sayin' fuck the other
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 they 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 no paper
Fast money last too long, you gotta pace it
You gotta that paper
If you got it a caper, you gotta blow that paper

Gotta that photo phobia, no Kodak moments
walls with my pictures on 'em
Nah, I ain't even in the yearbook
I don't do too much posin', got a cool 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 this here is The
Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your
And tell me ain't nobody hotter
But get boy some dippin' sauce, I want the whole enchilada

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