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 this is?
Still The Carter II people, still The II people
Yeah, you still in The II people, hey yeah

All I have in this world is a pistol and a
A full of dollars, a list full of problems
I'll address them P.O. Boxes
Yeah I'm from New Orleans, the Creole

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

Don't slip, you might and bust your ass
No at the carter, tell the gardener cut the grass
I 'em but they talking under mass
Stop throwing pebbles at a glass

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

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

Slow paper is than no paper
money don't last too long, you gotta pace it
You know that paper
If you got it from a caper, you gotta blow that

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

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

Around here and this is The Carter
Serve it it's hot out the pot to your 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, me drop 'em
On the head at the
You ain't gotta shoot 'em I already shot 'em
And I gotta get 'em 'cause I already got 'em
Get 'em