Luyện nghe bài hát S. Carter

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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 must try harder, is, nada
scream, papa, niggas 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 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 stay fuck how they feel, aha aha
how we put it down, aha aha y'all 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 them cats who tools, laugh at fake ballers with bad jewels
I'll you once, this is shit you should've of knew
Jigga what? Jigga, Jigga who?

S-dot-Carter y'all must try harder, is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, niggas stop ya, competition 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 soldier, I thought I told ya
Hustler, nigga move weight like
Drive wide body, twenty-inch big
No tints, no mistake y'all it's Hova

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

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

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

S-dot-Carter y'all must try harder, is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, niggas can't 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

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

Don't try to talk us, you got nothing to offer
But the nine and make ya fine offer
The chick is ill even 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 just gleam up space
Rock our own line, got our whole laced

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 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, competition is,
scream, papa, niggas can't stop ya, competition is, no, no, no