Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Carter

Yo! Yo Inf' did this
right here is crazy
I-I feel big! what I
Not, not big in the sense of weight, you know I mean
Like gaining weight or, nothing like
colossal, like you know what I mean? Like, ahh
I heard you looking for me

(Hey Mr. Carter)
Hello!
(Tell me have you been?)
Ha ha ha, you know! Ha ha ha
(They been asking, they been searching, they wondering why)
Yeah, ha ha, ha I know! Ha ha

(Hey Mr. Carter)
Hey, Hello!
(Tell me where you been?)
Shit, you know! Ha ha ha
(They been asking, they searching, they been wondering why)
Ha ha ha!

Yeah, to you, forever, me to you
I somebody say church, I'ma need a suit
I'ma need a coupe, I wont need a
Flyer than juice, Beetle juice, be-the-juice

I got the floor, I'm tryna see the
wear a bulletproof
So I got and you can see the Proof
Blind eyes colored me and see the truth
if Stevie do?

But I'ma leave it to God, not Beaver, you
Cause murder, why I kill ol' and even you?
Man, I got Summer hating on me cause I'm hotter the sun
Got Spring hating on me cause I never sprung

Winter on me cause I'm colder than ya'll
And I would never, I would never, I would Fall
I'm hated by the seasons
So fuck ya'll who for no reason!

(Hey Mr. Carter)
I am him!
(Tell me have you been?)
Around the and I'm back again!
(They been asking, been searching, they been wondering why)
Who's been asking about me? In case you're
Haa!

(Hey Mr. Carter)
I am him!
(Tell me where you been?)
Around the world and now I'm again!
(They been asking, they searching, they been wondering why)
Who's been asking me? In case you're wondering
Haa!

Yeah, I in and out the bank, bitch!
While all ya'll asshole niggas been on the same shit, I
And it go down the drain quick
Two words you will hear, "Wayne Quit"

Cause win, and they lose
I call them April Babies, cause Fools
And when snooze, we up
Feet up, like a

Or paraplegic, I parallel
In a red and yellow thang, old school Atlanta
I'm from Collipark, but I'm from Hollygrove!
Now all my scream, "Soup," Woo,and "Da da dooh!"

I know my role and I play it
And I wear it on my Libra Scale
I suck a pussy, a pussy, leave it there
Long hair don't even

Young!
(Hey Mr. Carter)
I am him!
(Tell me have you been?)
Around the and now I'm back again!
(They been asking, they been searching, they wondering why)
Who's been asking about me? In case wondering

(Hey Mr. Carter)
I am him!
(Tell me have you been?)
Around the and now I'm back again!
(They been asking, they been searching, they been why)
Who's been asking about me? In case you're

Cheah! I'm right cheah, in my chair, my crown and my dear
Queen Bee, as I share mic time with my
Carter, go farther, go further, go harder
Is that not why we And if not, then why bother?

Show no in Murcielago's
I'm far from being the bastard that Marcy had
Now my being mentioned with the martyrs
The and the Pac's and the Marley's and the Marcuses

Garvey, got me a Molotov
Flow even if you box well can't the blows
Kaboom, the Roc Boy in the
The dope boy just came off the

Also, I'm so fly I'm on
Pilot, while just stare at my wardrobe
I see Euro's, that's right,
I so much change from this rap game, it's your go

(Hey Mr. Carter)
Young!

my go
Yeah, and I'ma go so opposite of
Off the Richter, Camacho, man, Randy Savage
Far from average, above quo
Flow, so, pro

I know, I slow
And I pass
say, "What up, killer man?"
Stop up my past!
And time you mention Pac, Biggie, and Jay-Z
Don't forget baby!

(Hey Mr. Carter)
Ay man
(Tell me where you been?)
Yo!
(They been asking, been searching, they been wondering why)
Ha ha ha

(Hey Mr. Carter)
Ay Man
(Tell me have you been?)
Hova!
(They been asking, been searching, they been wondering why)
Weezy!

(Hey Mr. Carter)
Ha ha ha
(Tell me have you been?)
I been
(They asking, they been searching, they been wondering why)
hard, cheah!

(Hey Mr. Carter)
And I swear to everything, when I leave this
(Tell me where you been?)
It's gonna be on both feet, knees in the dirt
(They been asking, they searching they been wondering why)
You can try me fucka, but when I squeeze it

Fine, we two lives, yours and mines
Gimme any amount of time, don't let Mrs. grieve
At the funeral parlor, dripping down my sleeve
Gimme any amount of time, don't let Mrs. grieve