Luyện nghe bài hát Carter Ii

So you made it this far, heh, we upstairs, I let you up
You special, Marley, don't shoot, you know what is?
Still The II people, still The Carter II people
Yeah, you still in The Carter II people, hey

All I have in this is a pistol and a promise
A fist full of dollars, a full of problems
I'll address like P.O. Boxes
Yeah I'm New Orleans, the Creole cockpit

We so out of it, zero
Gangsta gumbo, I'll 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy, fuckin' wit that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet 'til your a drip

slip, you might fall and bust your ass
No at the carter, tell the gardener cut the grass
I hear 'em but they under mass
throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass

That's Cash Money, pie
We ain't runnin', we don't hide fuck the other side
Don't get caught on it, the dailiest grind
put your heart on it and walk on it

The chalks only for the art
How trace ya after I erase ya
around, we at war and you still in preparation
I'm riding for reparations, no patience

paper is better than no paper
Fast money last too long, you gotta pace it
You gotta know that
If you got it from a caper, you blow that paper

Gotta know photo phobia, no Kodak moments
Feds walls my pictures on 'em
Nah, I ain't even in the yearbook
I don't do too much posin', got a killer look

Career crook, get your took
I'm back a briezeer hook
Bitch cheer, gear, the hunter's here
Better play it by ear, you nothing but a deer

Around here and here is The Carter
Serve it while it's hot out the pot to mama
And Slim tell me ain't nobody
But get your boy some dippin' sauce, I want the enchilada

I got 'em by the collar, watch me 'em
On the at the bottom
You ain't gotta shoot 'em 'cause I shot 'em
And I ain't get 'em 'cause I already got 'em
Get 'em