Luyện nghe bài hát Go Dj

Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, chil'ren and
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again D-J
fresh err fresh, fre' fresh err fresh, fre' fresh err fresh, fre' fresh err fresh

Go D-J, that's my D-J go D-J, my D-J
Go D-J, my D-J go D-J, yea
Weezy Wee, step up to the mic dude do watcha do, ya heard

Ladies and gentlemen, what you have is brought to you
Courtesy of the young man Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh
So what I y'all out there to do for me is say this

Say go D-J, that's my D-J
Say go D-J, cause my D-J
Say go D-J, cause my D-J (this the carter)
Say go D-J, cause that's my cause my

Murder one oh one, the nigga under the sun
I come from under the tummy, busting a
Or come from under garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the now you know he dead
Now you I play it, like a pro in the game
No better yet a veteran in the of fame
I got medicine, I'm better than all the names
Hey its Cash Money man a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, fresh for all his
Wear a when you bang it man and guard yo' brain
Cause the flow is what they call insane
That ain't even a aim I get dough boy
And you know that pimping
how I'm living young'n show that Bentley
Stunna' my Pa' so you know in me
Gotti my mentor so don't go wit' me

Say go D-J, that's my D-J
Say go D-J, that's my D-J (this the carter)
Say go D-J, cause my D-J
Say go D-J, cause that's my cause my

Say go D-J, cause my D-J (this the carter)
Say go D-J, cause my D-J
Say go D-J, cause my D-J
Say go D-J, cause my cause that's my

And I like the Coupe through traffic
Rush hour G-T roof is absent
Ya bitch wit' the music blasting
And she asking, "how it shoot if its plastic?"
I her you see if ya boy run up,
She sat back and cut the back up, oh fa sho
Hey Big Mike they better step authority up
Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got guns
You niggas never young,
Fly my opponents done, I'm done talking (shut up)
And I ain't just begun, I been running my like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the wit' a model bony bitch
Pair of phony tits, her is long and shit, to her thong and shit
here we go so hold on to this, uh lets go

Hold on let me hit the
So go, so go this is the, is the, this is the
This is the, is the, this is the, this is the Carter

Say go D-J, cause my D-J (that my D-J)
Say go D-J, that's my D-J (that my D-J)
Say go D-J, cause that's my D-J (Mannie that's a my D-J)
Say go D-J, cause my cause that's my
that's my, cause that's my

Birdman put them niggas in a can
Leave 'em outside of your door I'm trash man
I'm lighting another hash and riding in my jag
You will need a gas man
You snakes, stop in the grass
Sooner or later I'll cut it, now the in yo' ass
You homo niggas getting in the ass
While the homie here get paid in advance
I'm staying on my grizzy I'm a hustler
Play me or play wit' me then I'm going find mother
Niggas wanna eat cause they ate nothing
But niggas wanna when you say you out of mustard
So I'm a walk the restaurant alone, leaving out
behind just residue and bones
In your residence with Rugers to dome
Like where the fuck you holding the coke, holding your throat,

This, this, this, this, this, this, this,
This, this, this, this, this, this, is the Carter

Say go D-J, that's my D-J (an' that my D-J)
Say go D-J, cause my D-J
Say go D-J, cause my D-J
Say go D-J, that's my cause that's my
Call me when you wit' me go D-J