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, fre' fresh err fresh, fresh err fresh, fre' fresh err fresh

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

Ladies and gentlemen, what you have here is to you
Courtesy of the young man young Carter and the great man Mannie
So what I y'all out there 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 nigga under the sun
I come from under the tummy, a Tommy
Or come from under garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the now you know he dead
Now you know I play it, a pro in the game
No yet a veteran in the hall of fame
I got that medicine, I'm better all the names
Hey its Cash Money Records man a gang
Put water on the track, fresh for all his flame
Wear a when you bang it man and guard yo' brain
Cause the flow is spasmodic they call insane
That ain't even a motherfucking aim I get boy
And you know that pimping
Eighteen how I'm living show that Bentley
Stunna' my Pa' so you know in me
Gotti my mentor so don't go 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, that's my D-J
Say go D-J, that's my cause that's my

And I like the Coupe through traffic
Rush hour G-T roof is absent
Ya bitch present wit' the music
And she asking, "how it shoot if its plastic?"
I her you see if ya boy run up,
She sat back and cut the Carter up, oh fa sho
Hey Big Mike they better they authority up
they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns
You never harming young,
Fly wizzy my opponents done, I'm talking (shut up)
And I ain't just begun, I been my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit' a model bony
Pair of phony tits, her hair is long and shit, to her 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, is the, this is the
This is the, is the, this is the, this is the Carter

Say go D-J, that's my D-J (that my D-J)
Say go D-J, cause my D-J (that my D-J)
Say go D-J, that's my D-J (Mannie Fresh that's a my D-J)
Say go D-J, cause 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 another hash and riding in my jag
You need a gas mask man
You snakes, stop hiding in the
Sooner or later cut it, now the blades in yo' ass
You homo getting Aids in the ass
While the here tryna get paid in advance
I'm on my grizzy I'm a bonafide hustler
Play me or play wit' me I'm going find your mother
wanna eat cause they ain't ate nothing
But niggas wanna when you say you out of mustard
So I'm a walk into the restaurant alone, out
Leaving behind just and bones
In your residence with to your 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, cause my D-J
Say go D-J, cause my D-J
Say go D-J, cause that's my that's my
me when you fuckin' wit' me go D-J