Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Foot 7 Foot

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

Ahem excuse my charisma, vodka with a
Swagger pat, call my shit Patricia
Money militia, and I am the commissioner
You don't want Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher
So misunderstood, but what's a world without
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
is the bitch, and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, a fuckin' family 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 white diamonds, segregation
Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas Honey Nut
Young Money running shit and you just runner-ups
I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma on doing this shit
Lil or Young Tunafish

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

Word to my mama, I'm out of my bean
Don't wanna see what that drama mean, I'm Dramamine
Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a queen
Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne 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 like
Disturb me, and you'll be all over the flow like
Bitch, I like scuba, bitch, I'm bold like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right ya
I be macking, 'bout my stacking, now I pack like a
Shout to ratchet for out on behalf of my shooter
Niggas think high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is
Wayne, these niggas out mind
I done told these niggas, so many times
That I these bucks steady on my mind
Tuck these, I fuck these on mind, pause
To feed them, on my grind, gonna need a little
Keep throwing my 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
Tune told me to, I'm shooting when the outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X. nigga, ya