Luyện nghe bài hát S. Carter

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S-dot-Carter 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,
Ladies scream, papa, niggas can't ya, competition is, no, no, no

Nope you can't see 'em though you got to be him
Pay homage if by you meet him
In his pants pocket, advance in pedium
It's the undisputed champ,

For clique, dough sick, no for us
like 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
how we put it down, aha aha y'all gonna get it now

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

S-dot-Carter must try harder, competition 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

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

I stay played Jordan's before Jordan
Verses tight, hooks than Ken Norton
touching you
Truthfully I abuse beats better BCW

I make my move
So I no problem coming around the old way
Sluggin' you, that's what a do, thuggin', bust techs
A suspect dangerous, and I love rough sex, yeah, what's up

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

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

Competition is I remain at the top like the sun
And I burn whoever come in my of torture
The flame gonna ya
Blood the tarp, but remains they chalk ya

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

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

RW with the torch on my jeans by the
Without heat we still gonna up the place
Amil-lion, Jigga man, flawless, we go

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