Luyện nghe bài hát Carter Ii

So you it this far, heh, we upstairs, I let you up here
You special, Marley, don't shoot, you what this is?
Still The Carter II people, still The II people
Yeah, you still in The Carter II people, hey

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

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

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

That's Money, honey pie
We ain't runnin', we don't sayin' fuck the other side
Don't get on it, this the dailiest grind
put your heart 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 in preparation
I'm for them reparations, no patience

Slow is better than no paper
money don't last too long, you gotta pace it
You gotta know 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 do too much posin', got a cool killer look

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

Around and this 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 enchilada

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