Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Foot 7 Foot

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

excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat, call my Patricia
Young Money militia, and I am the
You don't want start Weezy, the F is for Finisher
So misunderstood, but what's a world enigma?
Two bitches at the time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted she open when you twist her
met the bitch, but I fuck her like I missed her
Life is the bitch, and death is her
Sleep is the cousin, we're a fuckin' family
You know father time, we all know mother
all in the family, but I am of no relation
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 niggas just
I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doing shit
Lil Tunechi or Young

I'm going in
Okay, I lost my mind, somewhere out there stranded
I think you 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 to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, it self defense
Swear man, I be through these niggas like sequins
think they 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 close mouth and let yo ass talk
Young Money eating, all you haters do is add
Stop playing, bitch, I got this on deadbolt
Mind so sharp, I fuck and cut my head off
nigga all day and tomorrow
But these talking crazy like they jaw broke
half empty, half full, I'll spill ya
Try me and run a wall, outfielder
You know I'ma 'til they turn off the field lights
The of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still ripe
Bitch, stop playing, I do it like a 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 a foreign language to y'all
And I it like I see it, and my glasses on
But most of y'all don't get the picture the flash is on
Satisfied with nothing, you don't know the of it
Young Money, Cash
Paper chasing, tell that paper, "Look, I'm behind ya"
Bitch, real G's in silence like lasagna
say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda
Woman of my dreams, I don't sleep so I can't her
You are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that like a subject and a predicate
Yeah, with a swag you would for
too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
Jumped in a wishing well, now me well
Tell 'em kiss my ass, it kiss and tell

to my mama, I'm out of my lima 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, signed a fiend
I played the 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 Buddha
Disturb me, and you'll be all over the flow Luda
Bitch, I like 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 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 niggas out mind
I done told these niggas, so many times
That I keep these steady on my mind
Tuck these, I fuck on your mind, pause
To feed them, on my grind, gonna need a little
Keep my sign in the middle
Hit 'em up, piece on my side, ain't no peace 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