Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Foot 7 Foot

Six-foot, seven-foot, bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, bunch

Ahem my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat, call my shit
Young militia, and I am the commissioner
You don't start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher
So misunderstood, but a world without enigma?
Two at the same time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl 'cause she open when you twist her
Never met the bitch, but I her like I missed her
Life is the bitch, and death is her
Sleep is the cousin, a fuckin' family picture
You know father time, we all know nature
all in the family, but I am of no relation
No matter buying, I'm a celebration
and white diamonds, fuck segregation
Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Nut
Young Money running shit and you just runner-ups
I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doing this
Lil Tunechi or Tunafish

I'm back in
Okay, I my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded
I you stand under me if you don't understand me
Had my broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon' be hoes, so I blame Tammy
Just talked to moms, told her she the
I beat the beat up, it self defense
man, I be seeing through these niggas like sequins
Niggas think He-Men, pow, pow, the end
Talking to because I am my own consultant
Married to the money, fuck the world, that's
You full of shit, you your mouth and let yo ass talk
Young Money eating, all you do is add salt
Stop playing, bitch, I got game on deadbolt
Mind so sharp, I around and cut my head off
Real nigga all day and
But mu'fuckers talking crazy like they jaw broke
Glass half empty, half full, I'll ya
Try me and run a wall, outfielder
You I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field lights
The fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still
Bitch, stop playing, I do it a king do
If niggas animals, then I'ma have a mink soon
Tell 'em bitches I say put my on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess a foreign language to y'all
And I call it I see it, and my glasses on
But most of don't get the picture 'less the flash is on
with nothing, you don't know the half of it
Young Money, Cash
chasing, tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"
Bitch, real G's move in silence like
People say I'm borderline crazy, kinda
Woman of my dreams, I sleep so I can't find her
You niggas are gelatin, to an elephant
I got through that like a subject and a predicate
Yeah, with a swag you would for
Money too strong, pockets on
Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me
Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and

Word to my mama, I'm out of my lima
wanna see what that drama mean, guess I'm Dramamine
Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a queen
Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a
I the side for you niggas that's tryna front, and see
Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you the son of me
Pause for dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
Disturb me, and you'll be all over the flow Luda
Bitch, I flow scuba, bitch, I'm bold like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she gon' right through ya
I be macking, 'bout my stacking, now I pack a mover
Shout to for backing out on behalf of my shooter
Niggas think they high as I, I laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is
Wayne, these niggas out mind
I told these fuck niggas, so many times
That I keep bucks steady on my mind
Tuck these, I fuck on your mind, pause
To feed them, on my grind, gonna need a luck
Keep my sign in the middle
Hit 'em up, on my side, 'cause ain't no peace on my side, bitch
I'm a man, I visit urinals
Tune told me to, I'm when the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X. nigga, ya