Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Foot 7 Foot

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

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

I'm going in
Okay, I lost my mind, it's out there stranded
I you stand under me if you don't understand me
Had my heart broken by this woman Tammy
But hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame
Just to moms, told her she the sweetest
I the beat up, call it self defense
Swear man, I be seeing through these niggas sequins
Niggas think He-Men, pow, pow, the end
to myself because 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
Stop playing, bitch, I got this game on
Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my off
nigga all day and tomorrow
But these mu'fuckers talking crazy like jaw broke
Glass empty, half full, I'll spill ya
Try me and run into a wall,
You know I'ma ball 'til they off the field lights
The fruits of my labor, I 'em while they still ripe
Bitch, playing, I do it like a king do
If these 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 like I see it, and my on
But most of y'all get the picture 'less the flash is on
Satisfied with nothing, you 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 like
People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta
Woman of my dreams, I don't so I can't find her
You niggas are gelatin, to an elephant
I got that sentence like a subject and a predicate
Yeah, a swag you would kill for
Money too strong, on bodybuilder
Jumped in a wishing well, now me well
Tell 'em kiss my ass, it kiss and tell

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, Wayne a fiend
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 this dumber speech, I glow like
Disturb me, and you'll be all the flow like Luda
Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bold like
And I keep a killer ho, she blow right through ya
I be macking, my stacking, now I pack like a mover
Shout to ratchet for out on behalf of my shooter
Niggas they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out they
I done told fuck niggas, so many times
That I keep these steady on my mind
Tuck these, I fuck these on your mind,
To them, on my grind, gonna need a little luck
Keep throwing my in the middle
Hit 'em up, piece on my side, 'cause ain't no peace on my side,
I'm a man, I urinals abroad
Tune me to, I'm shooting when the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X. nigga, ya