Luyện nghe bài hát S. Carter

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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

Nope you see 'em though you got plans to be him
Pay homage if by you meet him
In his pants pocket, your advance in
the undisputed champ, being

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

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

S-dot-Carter y'all try harder, competition is, nada
scream, papa, niggas 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

I'm a Roc-a-fella soldier, I thought I ya
Hustler, nigga weight like Oprah
Drive wide body, twenty-inch big
No tints, make no mistake it's Hova

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

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

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

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

Competition is none I at the top like 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 us, you got nothing to offer
But the baby nine and make ya offer
The chick is ill even with four-inch
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 gleam up your
Rock our own line, got our whole laced

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

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 must try harder, competition is, nada
scream, papa, niggas can't stop ya, competition is, no, no, no