Luyện nghe bài hát S. Carter

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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, is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, can't stop ya, competition is, no, no, no

Nope you can't see 'em though you got to be him
Pay homage if by chance you him
In his pants pocket, advance in pedium
It's the champ, being

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

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

S-dot-Carter 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, is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, niggas can't stop ya, is, no, no, no

I'm a soldier, I thought I told ya
Hustler, nigga move weight like
wide body, twenty-inch big motor
No tints, no mistake y'all it's Hova

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

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

Even when I'm asleep the is up
Paranoid like Sunny drive up
But I'm Bed-Stuy, killa with the flow
Let lead fly out the four-four, motherfuckers

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

Competition is none I remain at the top the sun
And I burn come in my chambers of torture
The flame spark ya
Blood stain the tarp, but they chalk ya

Don't try to smooth us, you got nothing to offer
But the baby nine and ya fine offer
The is ill even with four-inch heels
No panties on and Patricia

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

RW with the torch on my jeans by the
Without heat we gonna steam up the place
Amil-lion, Jigga man, flawless, we go

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