Luyện nghe bài hát S. Carter

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

Nope you can't see 'em you got plans to be him
Pay homage if by chance you him
In his pants pocket, your advance in
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 real 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 and I shut down rap crews
Smack them cats who flash tools, laugh at fake with bad jewels
I'll you once, this is shit you should've of knew
what? Jigga, Jigga who? Okay

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, can't stop ya, competition is, no, no, no

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

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

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

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

y'all must try harder, competition is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, niggas 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

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

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

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

RW with the torch on my by the waist
heat we still gonna steam up the place
Amil-lion, man, flawless, here 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 try harder, competition is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, can't stop ya, competition is, no, no, no