Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Foot 7 Foot

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

Ahem excuse my charisma, vodka a spritzer
Swagger pat, call my shit Patricia
Money militia, and I am the commissioner
You don't start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher
So misunderstood, but what's a without enigma?
Two bitches at the time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted 'cause she when you twist her
Never met the bitch, but I fuck her I missed her
Life is the bitch, and death is her
Sleep is the cousin, we're a fuckin' picture
You know time, we all know mother nature
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 up, you niggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running and you niggas just runner-ups
I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doing shit
Lil or Young Tunafish

I'm back in
Okay, I lost my mind, it's out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you understand me
Had my heart broken by this named Tammy
But hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't Tammy
talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I the beat up, call it self defense
Swear man, I be seeing these niggas like sequins
think they 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 your mouth and let yo ass talk
Young Money eating, all you do is add salt
playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt
Mind so sharp, I around and cut my head off
Real nigga all day and
But these talking crazy like they jaw broke
Glass half empty, half full, spill ya
Try me and run a wall, outfielder
You know ball 'til they turn off the field lights
The of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still ripe
Bitch, playing, I do it like a king do
If niggas animals, then I'ma have a mink soon
'em bitches I say put my name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign to y'all
And I call it I see it, and my glasses on
But most of y'all get the picture 'less the flash 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 silence lasagna
People say I'm crazy, sorta kinda
Woman of my dreams, I don't 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, on bodybuilder
in a wishing well, now wish me well
Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and

to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean
Don't wanna see what drama mean, guess I'm Dramamine
Llama scream, hotter than sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you niggas tryna front, and see
Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you the son of me
Pause for this dumber speech, I glow Buddha
Disturb me, and be all over the flow like Luda
Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bold Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she gon' right through ya
I be macking, 'bout my stacking, now I pack a mover
to ratchet 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, niggas out they mind
I done these fuck niggas, so many times
That I keep these bucks 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, piece on my side, 'cause ain't no on my side, bitch
I'm a man, I urinals abroad
told me to, I'm shooting when the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X. nigga, ya