Luyện nghe bài hát Go Dj

Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, chil'ren and
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, again D-J Mannie
Fre' fresh err fresh, fre' fresh err fresh, fre' fresh err fresh, 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
Wit' Weezy Wee, step up to the mic do watcha do, ya heard

Ladies and gentlemen, what you have is brought to you
Courtesy of the young man young Carter and the great man Fresh
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

one oh one, the hottest nigga under the sun
I come from under the tummy, a Tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo 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 better yet a veteran in the hall of
I got that medicine, I'm better all the names
Hey its Cash Records man a lawless gang
Put water on the track, fresh for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and yo' brain
Cause the flow is spasmodic they call insane
That even a motherfucking aim I get dough boy
And you already know that
Eighteen how I'm living show that Bentley
my Pa' so you know that's in me
Gotti my so don't 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, that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause that's my that's my

And I move like the through traffic
Rush hour G-T Bent' roof is
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 back up, oh fa sho
Hey Big Mike they better step authority up
they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns
You niggas never young,
Fly wizzy my opponents done, I'm done (shut up)
And I ain't just begun, I running my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit' a bony bitch
Pair of phony tits, her hair is long and shit, to her and shit
Well here we go so on to this, uh lets go

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

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

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

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

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