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 down pat, call my shit
Young 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 at the same time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted 'cause she when you twist her
met the bitch, but I fuck her like I missed her
Life is the bitch, and is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, we're a family picture
You know time, we all know mother nature
It's all in the family, but I am of no
No who's buying, I'm a celebration
and white diamonds, fuck segregation
Fuck shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut
Young running shit and you niggas just runner-ups
I don't feel I done enough, so keep on doing this shit
Lil Tunechi or Young

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 Tammy
talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, 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 close your and let yo ass talk
Money eating, all you haters do is add salt
Stop playing, bitch, I got this game on
Mind so sharp, I fuck and cut my head off
Real all day and tomorrow
But these mu'fuckers talking like they jaw broke
Glass empty, half full, I'll spill ya
Try me and run into a wall,
You know ball 'til they turn off the field lights
The of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still ripe
Bitch, stop playing, I do it a king do
If these niggas animals, then I'ma have a soon
Tell 'em I say put my name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess a foreign language to y'all
And I call it I see it, and my glasses on
But most of y'all don't get the 'less the flash is on
with nothing, you don't know the half of it
Young Money, Cash
chasing, tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"
Bitch, real G's move in silence like
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 sentence a subject and a predicate
Yeah, a swag you would kill for
Money too strong, on bodybuilder
in a wishing 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 that 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 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 like Buddha
Disturb me, and you'll be all over the like Luda
Bitch, I flow scuba, bitch, I'm bold like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right ya
I be macking, my stacking, now I pack like a mover
to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter
Niggas think they high as I, I come 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 bucks steady on my mind
Tuck these, I fuck on your 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 no peace on my side, bitch
I'm a man, I urinals abroad
Tune told me to, I'm when the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X. nigga, ya