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, competition is,
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 chance you him
In his pants pocket, advance in pedium
the undisputed champ, being

For clique, sick, no medicine for us
Competition 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 y'all get it now

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

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 try harder, competition is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, niggas stop ya, competition is, no, no, no

I'm a Roc-a-fella soldier, I I told ya
Hustler, move weight like Oprah
Drive wide body, big motor
No tints, make no mistake it's Hova

I sportin' played Jordan's before Jordan
Verses tight, hooks than Ken Norton
touching you
Truthfully I beats better call BCW

I make my mother
So I have no problem around the old way
Sluggin' you, what a thug'll do, thuggin', bust 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 Bed-Stuy, killa with the flow
Let fly from 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, 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 chambers of
The gonna spark ya
Blood the tarp, but remains they chalk ya

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

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

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

S-dot-Carter 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, niggas can't ya, competition is, no, no, no