Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Foot 7 Foot

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

Ahem excuse my charisma, vodka with a
down pat, call my shit Patricia
Young militia, and I am the commissioner
You want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher
So misunderstood, but what's a world enigma?
Two bitches at the same time, swimmers
Got the girl twisted 'cause she when you twist her
Never met the bitch, but I fuck her I missed her
is the bitch, and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, we're a family picture
You know father time, we all know mother
It's all in the family, but I am of no
No matter buying, I'm a celebration
Black and diamonds, fuck segregation
Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Nut
Money running shit and you niggas just runner-ups
I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doing this
Lil or Young Tunafish

I'm going in
Okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out 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
talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it self
Swear man, I be seeing through these niggas sequins
Niggas think He-Men, pow, pow, the end
Talking to myself I am my own consultant
Married to the money, the world, that's adultery
You full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo ass
Young Money eating, all you do is add salt
Stop playing, bitch, I got this game on
Mind so sharp, I fuck and cut my head off
Real nigga all day and
But these talking crazy like they jaw broke
Glass half empty, half full, I'll ya
Try me and run into a wall,
You know I'ma ball they turn off the field lights
The fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they ripe
Bitch, playing, I do it like a king do
If these niggas animals, then I'ma a mink soon
Tell 'em I say put my name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess that's a language to y'all
And I call it I see it, and my glasses on
But most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the is on
Satisfied nothing, you don't know the half of it
Young Money, Money
Paper chasing, tell paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"
Bitch, real G's move in like lasagna
People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta
Woman of my dreams, I don't so I can't find her
You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an
I got through that sentence like a and a predicate
Yeah, with a swag you would for
too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
Jumped in a well, now wish me well
Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and

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