Luyện nghe bài hát S. Carter

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S-dot-Carter y'all must try harder, is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, can't stop ya, competition is, no, no, no
y'all must try harder, competition is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, niggas can't stop ya, is, no, no, no

Nope you can't see 'em you got plans to be him
Pay homage if by you meet him
In his pants pocket, your advance in
the undisputed champ, being

For clique, dough sick, no for us
Competition I said in the chorus, let me spell it out for ya
Jay to the Amil, A to the Y real fuck how they feel, aha aha
That's how we put it down, aha aha gonna get it now

Chip off the old block my old pops
Accept I glocks and open dope spots and I shut down rap crews
them cats who flash tools, laugh at fake ballers with bad jewels
I'll tell you once, this is you should've of knew
Jigga what? Jigga, Jigga who?

S-dot-Carter y'all must try harder, is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, can't stop ya, competition is, no, no, no
y'all must try harder, competition is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, can't stop ya, competition is, no, no, no

I'm a Roc-a-fella soldier, I I told ya
Hustler, move weight like Oprah
Drive wide body, twenty-inch big
No tints, make no mistake y'all Hova

I stay sportin' played Jordan's Jordan
tight, hooks harder than Ken Norton
Musically you
Truthfully I abuse better call BCW

I my mother move
So I have no problem coming the old way
you, that's what a thug'll do, thuggin', bust techs
A suspect dangerous, and I rough sex, yeah, that's what's up

Even when I'm asleep the is up
Paranoid like drive backing up
But I'm from Bed-Stuy, killa with the
Let lead fly out the four-four, motherfuckers

y'all must try harder, competition is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, niggas can't stop ya, is, no, no, no
S-dot-Carter y'all must try harder, competition is,
Ladies scream, papa, niggas stop ya, competition is, no, no, no

Competition is none I at the top like the sun
And I burn whoever in my chambers of torture
The flame spark ya
stain the tarp, but remains they chalk ya

Don't try to smooth talk us, you got nothing to
But the baby nine and ya fine offer
The chick is ill even with heels
No on and Patricia Fields

I get down, just the time, the place
We take it back to Vaseline on our face
On a regular day we just up your space
Rock our own line, got our team laced

RW with the torch on my by the waist
heat we still gonna steam up the place
Amil-lion, Jigga man, flawless, we go

y'all must try harder, competition is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, niggas can't ya, competition is, no, no, no
S-dot-Carter y'all must try harder, competition is,
scream, papa, niggas can't stop ya, competition is, no, no, no