Luyện nghe bài hát Go Dj

Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, chil'ren and
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, again D-J Mannie
Fre' fresh err fresh, fre' fresh err fresh, fre' fresh err fresh, fre' 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
Wit' Weezy Wee, step up to the mic dude do watcha do, ya

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

Say go D-J, cause 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 my cause that's my

Murder one oh one, the hottest under the sun
I come from under the tummy, a Tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you he dead
Now you know I play it, a pro in the game
No yet a veteran in the hall of fame
I got that medicine, I'm better than all the
Hey its Cash Money Records man a lawless
Put some on the track, fresh for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo'
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 that's in me
Gotti my mentor so don't go wit' me

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

And I move like the through traffic
Rush hour G-T Bent' roof is
Ya bitch present wit' the music
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 they better step they authority up
Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got guns
You niggas never young,
Fly wizzy my opponents done, I'm talking (shut up)
And I ain't just begun, I been my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle a model bony bitch
Pair of tits, her hair is long and shit, to her thong and shit
Well here we go so on to this, uh lets go

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

Say go D-J, that's 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 Fresh a my D-J)
Say go D-J, that's my cause that's my
Cause that's my, cause my

Birdman put niggas in a trash can
'em outside of your door I'm your trash man
I'm steady another hash and riding in my jag
You will need a gas man
You snakes, hiding in the grass
Sooner or later cut it, now the blades in yo' ass
You homo niggas Aids in the ass
While the homie here tryna get in advance
I'm on my grizzy I'm a bonafide hustler
Play me or play wit' me then I'm going your mother
Niggas eat cause they ain't ate nothing
But niggas leave when you say you out of mustard
So I'm a walk into the restaurant alone, out
behind just residue and bones
In residence with Rugers to your dome
Like where the you holding the coke, holding your throat, choke

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

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