Luyện nghe bài hát Go Dj

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

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

Ladies and gentlemen, what you here is brought to you
Courtesy of the young man young Carter and the great man Mannie
So what I want y'all out to do for me is say this

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

Murder one oh one, the hottest nigga the sun
I come under the tummy, busting a Tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and arm hit
Pow, one to the now you know he dead
Now you know I play it, like a pro in the
No better yet a veteran in the hall of
I got that medicine, I'm better all the names
Hey its Money Records man a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, fresh for all his
Wear a helmet when you it man and guard yo' brain
the flow is spasmodic what they call insane
That even a motherfucking aim I get dough boy
And you already that pimping
Eighteen how I'm living show that Bentley
Stunna' my Pa' so you that's in me
Gotti my mentor so go there wit' me

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

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

And I like the Coupe through traffic
Rush hour G-T roof is absent
Ya bitch present the music blasting
And she asking, "how it shoot if its plastic?"
I her you see if ya boy run up,
She sat back and cut the back up, oh fa sho
Hey Big Mike better step they authority up
Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army
You niggas harming young,
Fly my opponents done, I'm done talking (shut up)
And I ain't just begun, I been running my like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit' a model bitch
Pair of phony tits, her hair is long and shit, to her thong and
Well here we go so on to this, uh lets go

Hold on let me hit the
So go, so go is the, this is the, this is the
This is the, this is the, is the, this 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 niggas in a trash can
'em outside of your door I'm your trash man
I'm steady lighting hash and riding in my jag
You will need a gas man
You snakes, hiding in the grass
or later I'll cut it, now the blades in yo' ass
You niggas getting Aids in the ass
While the homie here tryna get paid in
I'm staying on my grizzy I'm a hustler
Play me or play wit' me I'm going find your mother
Niggas eat cause they ain't ate nothing
But niggas leave when you say you out of mustard
So I'm a walk the restaurant alone, leaving out
Leaving behind residue and bones
In your residence with Rugers to dome
Like where the fuck you holding the coke, your 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, that's my D-J
Say go D-J, that's my cause that's my
Call me you fuckin' wit' me go D-J