Luyện nghe bài hát Carter 4

I feel big, ya know what I
Like not, not big in the sense of
You know what I like gaining weight
Or, nothin' like that, like,
Know what I mean like, (sigh)
I heard you were for me?

- Lil Wayne]
(Hey Mr. Carter)
(Tell me have you been?) Eheh, You know
(Cause they've been asking, been searching)
They've been wondering why?) I know,
(Hey Mr. Carter) Hey,
(Tell me have you been?) Shitt, you know
(Cause they've asking, they've been searching)

been wondering why?) Hahaha

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
To you forever, me to you
I heard somebody say "Chuuch!" I'ma need a
need a Coupe, I won't need a roof
Flyer Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice
I got the flow, I'm see the roof
wear a buttletproof, so I got
shot and you can see the
Blind eyes could look at me and see the
Wonder if Stevie do? But leave it to
God, not Beaver, you
Cause I'ma murder, why I kill O and you
Man, I got Summer on me cause

I'm then the Sun
Got Spring hatin' on me I ain't never sprung
hatin' on me cause I'm colder than ya'll
And I would never, I never, I would never fall
I'm being hated by the
So fuck ya'll who hatin' for no

- Lil Wayne]
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
(Tell me where have you been?)
the and I'm back again!
(Cause they've been asking,
been searching) Who's been askin' me?
been wondering why?)
ya wonder-erin'! Hah!

(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
(Tell me have you been?) Around
the now I'm back again!
(Cause been asking, they've
searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
They've wondering why?) Incase ya wonder-erin'! Ha

2 - Lil Wayne] Yeah
I in and out the bank bitch
While ya'll asshole niggas on the same shit
I flush 'em, and 'em go down the drain quick
Two words you hear "Wayne Quit!"
Cause Wayne win, and lose
I call 'em April babies, they fools
And they snooze, We up!

Feet up like a,
Or, I parallel park
In that red and yellow thing, old school Atlanta
Like I'm from Park, but I'm from Holleygrove
Now all my bloods "Zoowoo! and Dadda-do!"
I know my role, and I play it
And I wear it well, on my scale
I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy leave it
I don't want it, I don't care

- Jay-Z] Young!
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
(Tell me where you been?) Around
the now I'm back again!
(Cause they've asking, they've

searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
They've been wondering why?) ya wonder-erin'!
(Hey Mr. Carter) I am him!
(Tell me have you been?) Around
the now I'm back again!
(Cause they've asking, they've
searching) Who's been askin' 'bout me?
They've been wondering why?) ya wonder-erin'!

3 - Jay-Z] Shyea
I'm right here, in my
my crown and my dear
Queen B, as I
Mic time with my
Carter, go farther

Go further, go
Is not why we came?
And if not, why bother?
no mercy in Marcy, we're loggers
And far being the bastard that Marcy had fathered
Now my name's being mentioned the Martyrs
The and the Pac's, and the
and the Marcus'
Govi, got me a molitell
Flow, even if you box well, can't stop the
Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the
The Dopebwoyy came off the spoon
Also, I'm so fly I'm on
Pilot, but just, stare at my wardrobe
I see Euros, right, plural
I took so much change this Rap game it's your go Young!

(Hey Mr. Carter)

4 - Lil Wayne]
It's my go,
And I'ma go so of soft
Off the richter,
The Macho Man Randy Savage, far from
Satus-Quo Flow, so, pro
I know, I slow and when I pass
They say "Whaddup man?" Stop bringing up my past
And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, or
Don't Weezy Baby!

[Chorus - Lil

(Hey Mr. Carter)
(Tell me have you been?) Yeah
(Cause they've asking, they've been searching)
been wondering why?) Haha
(Hey Mr. Carter)
(Tell me have you been?) Hova!
(Cause they've asking,
they've been searching)
They've wondering why?) Baby!
(Choir - to finish)
(Hey Mr. Carter)
(Tell me where you been?) I been hustlin'
(Cause been asking, they've
searching) Hustlin' hard
They've wondering why?) Chyeaa

- Lil Wayne]

And I swear to everything, I leave this earth
It's gon' be on both feet, knees in this dirt
And you can try me fucker, but when I it hurt
Ahh, we'll lose two lives, yours and
Gimme any amount of time, don't let Miss grieve
At the Funeral Parlor, drippin' down my sleeve
any amount of time, don't
let Miss grieve...