Luyện nghe bài hát S. Carter

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S-dot-Carter must try harder, competition is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, niggas 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

Nope you can't see 'em you got plans to be him
Pay if by chance you meet him
In his pants pocket, your in pedium
It's the undisputed champ,

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

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

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

I'm a Roc-a-fella soldier, I I told ya
Hustler, nigga move like Oprah
wide body, twenty-inch big motor
No tints, make no mistake 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, that's what a thug'll do, thuggin', techs
A suspect dangerous, and I love rough sex, yeah, what's up

when I'm asleep the gats is up
Paranoid like drive backing up
But I'm from Bed-Stuy, with the flow
Let lead fly 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 must 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 remains chalk ya

Don't try to smooth talk us, you got nothing to
But the baby nine and ya fine offer
The is ill even 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 day we just gleam up your space
Rock our own line, got our whole team

RW with the torch on my by the waist
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, niggas can't ya, competition is, no, no, no
S-dot-Carter y'all must try harder, is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, niggas stop ya, competition is, no, no, no