Luyện nghe bài hát S. Carter

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S-dot-Carter must try harder, competition is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, can't stop ya, competition 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

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

For clique, dough sick, no for us
Competition like I in the chorus, let me spell it out for ya
Jay to the Amil, A to the Y stay real 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 spots and I shut down rap crews
Smack them cats who flash tools, at fake ballers with bad jewels
tell you once, this is shit you should've of knew
Jigga what? Jigga, Jigga Okay

S-dot-Carter y'all 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, can't stop ya, competition is, no, no, no

I'm a Roc-a-fella soldier, I thought I ya
Hustler, move weight like Oprah
wide body, twenty-inch big motor
No tints, make no mistake it's Hova

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

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

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

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

is none I remain at the top like the sun
And I whoever come in my chambers of torture
The flame spark ya
Blood stain the tarp, but 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 four-inch
No panties on and Fields

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

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

S-dot-Carter y'all must try harder, 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 stop ya, is, no, no, no