Luyện nghe bài hát Go Dj

Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, again D-J Mannie
Fre' fresh err fresh, fresh err fresh, fre' fresh err fresh, fre' fresh err fresh

Go D-J, my D-J go D-J, that's my D-J
Go D-J, my D-J go D-J, yea
Wit' Wee, step up to the mic dude do watcha do, ya heard

and gentlemen, what you have here is brought to you
Courtesy of the man young Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh
So what I want out there to do for me is say this

Say go D-J, that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause my D-J
Say go D-J, cause my D-J (this the carter)
Say go D-J, cause my cause that's my

one oh one, the hottest nigga under the sun
I come under the tummy, busting a Tommy
Or from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he
Now you know I play it, like a pro in the
No better yet a veteran in the of fame
I got medicine, I'm better than all the names
Hey its Cash Records man a lawless gang
Put some on the track, fresh for all his flame
Wear a when you bang it man and guard yo' brain
Cause the is spasmodic what they call insane
That ain't even a aim I get dough boy
And you already that pimping
how I'm living young'n show that Bentley
Stunna' my Pa' so you that's in me
Gotti my mentor so go there wit' me

Say go D-J, that's my D-J
Say go D-J, that's my D-J (this the carter)
Say go D-J, that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause my cause that's my

Say go D-J, that's my D-J (this the carter)
Say go D-J, cause my D-J
Say go D-J, cause my D-J
Say go D-J, that's my cause that's my

And I move like the Coupe traffic
Rush hour G-T Bent' is absent
Ya bitch present wit' the blasting
And she keep asking, "how it if its plastic?"
I her you see if ya boy run up,
She sat and cut the Carter back up, oh fa sho
Hey Big they better step they authority up
Before they step to a son, I got army guns
You niggas never young,
Fly wizzy my opponents done, I'm done (shut up)
And I just begun, I been running my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the wit' a model bony bitch
Pair of phony tits, her is long and shit, to her thong and shit
Well here we go so hold on to this, uh go

Hold on let me hit the
So go, so go this is the, this is the, is the
This is the, this is the, this is the, is the Carter

Say go D-J, cause my D-J (that my D-J)
Say go D-J, that's my D-J (that my D-J)
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J (Mannie that's a my D-J)
Say go D-J, that's my cause that's my
Cause my, cause that's my

Birdman put them in a trash can
Leave 'em of your door I'm your trash man
I'm steady lighting hash and riding in my jag
You will a gas mask man
You snakes, stop in the grass
Sooner or later cut it, now the blades in yo' ass
You homo getting Aids in the ass
While the homie tryna get paid in advance
I'm on my grizzy I'm a bonafide hustler
Play me or play wit' me then I'm find your mother
Niggas wanna eat cause ain't ate nothing
But niggas wanna when you say you out of mustard
So I'm a into the restaurant alone, leaving out
behind just residue and bones
In your residence with to your dome
Like where the fuck you holding the coke, holding throat, choke

This, this, this, this, this, this, this,
This, this, this, this, this, this, is the Carter

Say go D-J, that's my D-J (an' that my D-J)
Say go D-J, that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause my D-J
Say go D-J, that's my cause that's my
Call me when you wit' me go D-J