Luyện nghe bài hát S. Carter

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S-dot-Carter y'all must try harder, competition is,
Ladies scream, papa, can't stop ya, competition is, no, no, no
S-dot-Carter y'all must try harder, is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, niggas can't stop ya, is, no, no, no

you can't see 'em though you got plans to be him
Pay if by chance you meet him
In his pants pocket, advance in pedium
the undisputed champ, being

For clique, dough sick, no for us
Competition like I said in the chorus, let me it out for ya
Jay to the Amil, A to the Y stay real fuck how feel, aha aha
That's how we put it down, aha aha y'all get it now

Chip off the old block resemble my old
Accept I tote glocks and open dope spots and I shut rap crews
them cats who flash tools, laugh at fake ballers with bad jewels
I'll tell you once, this is shit you should've of
Jigga what? Jigga, Jigga Okay

S-dot-Carter y'all must try harder, is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, niggas can't ya, competition is, no, no, no
y'all must try harder, competition is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, can't stop ya, competition is, no, no, no

I'm a Roc-a-fella soldier, I I told ya
Hustler, nigga weight like Oprah
Drive body, twenty-inch big motor
No tints, make no y'all it's Hova

I stay sportin' played before Jordan
tight, hooks harder than Ken Norton
Musically you
Truthfully I abuse beats call BCW

I make my mother
So I have no problem coming the old way
Sluggin' you, what a thug'll do, thuggin', bust techs
A suspect dangerous, and I love rough sex, yeah, that's up

Even when I'm the gats is up
Paranoid like Sunny backing up
But I'm from Bed-Stuy, killa the flow
Let fly from out the four-four, motherfuckers

y'all must try harder, competition is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, niggas can't stop ya, is, no, no, no
S-dot-Carter y'all must try harder, competition is,
Ladies scream, papa, can't stop ya, competition is, no, no, no

Competition is none I at the top like the sun
And I burn whoever come in my chambers of
The flame gonna ya
stain the tarp, but remains they chalk ya

Don't try to smooth talk us, you got to offer
But the baby nine and make ya fine
The is ill even with four-inch heels
No on and Patricia Fields

I get down, name the time, the place
We take it back to Vaseline on our face
On a regular day we just up your space
Rock our own line, got our team laced

RW with the on my jeans by the waist
Without heat we still gonna up the place
Amil-lion, man, flawless, here we go

S-dot-Carter must try harder, competition is, nada
scream, papa, niggas can't stop ya, competition is, no, no, no
S-dot-Carter y'all try harder, competition is, nada
scream, papa, niggas can't stop ya, competition is, no, no, no