Luyện nghe bài hát Go Dj

Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, and babies
about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again D-J Mannie
Fre' fresh err fresh, fre' fresh err fresh, fresh err fresh, fre' fresh err fresh

Go D-J, my D-J go D-J, that's my D-J
Go D-J, my D-J go D-J, yea
Wit' Weezy Wee, step up to the mic dude do do, ya heard

Ladies and gentlemen, what you here is brought to you
Courtesy of the man young Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh
So what I want out there to do for me is say this

Say go D-J, that's my D-J
Say go D-J, that's my D-J
Say go D-J, that's my D-J (this the carter)
Say go D-J, that's my cause that's my

Murder one oh one, the nigga under the sun
I from under the tummy, busting a Tommy
Or come from your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the now you know he dead
Now you I play it, like a pro in the game
No yet a veteran in the hall of fame
I got medicine, I'm better than all the names
Hey its Money Records man a lawless gang
Put some on the track, fresh for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo'
Cause the flow is spasmodic what they insane
That even a motherfucking aim I get dough boy
And you already know that
Eighteen how I'm living show that Bentley
my Pa' so you know that's in me
Gotti my so don't go there wit' me

Say go D-J, that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause my D-J (this the carter)
Say go D-J, that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause that's my cause my

Say go D-J, that's my D-J (this the carter)
Say go D-J, that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause my D-J
Say go D-J, cause my cause that's my

And I move like the through traffic
Rush hour G-T Bent' is absent
Ya bitch present wit' the blasting
And she keep asking, "how it if its plastic?"
I her you see if ya boy run up,
She sat and cut the Carter back up, oh fa sho
Hey Big they better step they authority up
they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns
You niggas harming young,
Fly wizzy my done, I'm done talking (shut up)
And I ain't just begun, I been running my city like ya chump
I fly by ya in a whip, on the throttle wit' a model bony bitch
Pair of phony tits, her is long and shit, to her thong and shit
here we go so hold on to this, uh lets go

Hold on let me hit the
So go, so go this is the, is the, this is the
This is the, this is the, this is the, is the Carter

Say go D-J, cause my D-J (that my D-J)
Say go D-J, that's my D-J (that my D-J)
Say go D-J, that's my D-J (Mannie Fresh that's a my D-J)
Say go D-J, cause that's my cause my
Cause that's my, that's my

Birdman put niggas in a trash can
Leave 'em outside of your door I'm your man
I'm lighting another hash and riding in my jag
You will need a gas man
You snakes, stop in the grass
or later I'll cut it, now the blades in yo' ass
You niggas getting Aids in the ass
the homie here tryna get paid in advance
I'm staying on my grizzy I'm a hustler
Play me or play wit' me then I'm find your mother
Niggas wanna eat cause they ain't ate
But niggas wanna leave you say you out of mustard
So I'm a into the restaurant alone, leaving out
behind just residue and bones
In your residence with Rugers to your
Like where the fuck you holding the coke, holding throat, choke

This, this, this, this, this, this, this,
This, this, this, this, this, this, is the Carter

Say go D-J, that's my D-J (an' that my D-J)
Say go D-J, that's my D-J
Say go D-J, that's my D-J
Say go D-J, that's my cause that's my
Call me you fuckin' wit' me go D-J