Luyện nghe bài hát S. Carter

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S-dot-Carter y'all must try harder, is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, niggas stop ya, competition is, no, no, no
S-dot-Carter must try harder, competition is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, niggas can't ya, competition 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, your advance in
It's the champ, being

For clique, sick, no medicine 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

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

S-dot-Carter y'all must try harder, 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

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

I stay sportin' Jordan's before Jordan
Verses tight, hooks harder than Ken
touching you
Truthfully I abuse better call BCW

I my mother move
So I have no problem around the old way
you, that's 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 drive up
But I'm Bed-Stuy, killa with the flow
Let fly from out the four-four, motherfuckers

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

Competition is I remain at the top like the sun
And I burn whoever come in my of torture
The gonna spark ya
Blood stain the tarp, but remains chalk ya

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

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

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

y'all must 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, can't stop ya, competition is, no, no, no