Luyện nghe bài hát Carter Ii

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

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

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

Don't slip, you might fall and your ass
No snakes at the carter, tell the gardener cut the
I hear 'em but talking under mass
Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof

That's Money, honey pie
We ain't runnin', we don't hide sayin' fuck the side
Don't get caught on it, the dailiest grind
I'll put your heart on it and on it

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

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

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

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

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

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