Luyện nghe bài hát S. Carter

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y'all must try harder, competition is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, can't stop 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

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

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
how we put it down, aha aha y'all gonna get it now

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

S-dot-Carter y'all try harder, competition 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 stop ya, competition is, no, no, no

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

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

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

Even I'm asleep the gats is up
Paranoid like Sunny drive up
But I'm from Bed-Stuy, with the flow
Let fly from out the four-four, motherfuckers

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 ya, competition is, no, no, no

Competition is none I at the top like the sun
And I burn whoever come in my chambers of
The flame gonna ya
Blood stain the tarp, but they chalk ya

try to smooth talk us, you got nothing to offer
But the baby nine and make ya offer
The is ill even with four-inch heels
No panties on and Patricia

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

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

S-dot-Carter y'all must try harder, competition is,
Ladies scream, papa, niggas stop 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