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 stop 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 pocket, your advance in pedium
It's the champ, being

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

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

S-dot-Carter y'all must try harder, is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, niggas can't 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 move weight like
Drive wide body, twenty-inch big
No tints, no mistake y'all it's Hova

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

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

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

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 can't stop ya, is, no, no, no

Competition is none I at the top like the sun
And I burn whoever come in my chambers of
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 baby nine and ya fine offer
The chick is ill even with four-inch
No panties on and Patricia

I get down, just the time, the place
We could take it back to 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 steam up the place
Amil-lion, man, flawless, here we go

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 try harder, competition is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, niggas can't ya, competition is, no, no, no