Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Foot 7 Foot

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

Ahem my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat, call my Patricia
Money militia, and I am the commissioner
You don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for
So misunderstood, but what's a world enigma?
Two bitches at the same time, synchronized
Got the twisted 'cause she open 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 fuckin' family
You know father time, we all know nature
It's all in the family, but I am of no
No matter who's buying, I'm a
Black and diamonds, fuck segregation
Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas Honey Nut
Young Money running and you niggas just runner-ups
I don't I done enough, so I'ma keep on doing this shit
Lil Tunechi or Tunafish

I'm back in
Okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there
I think you stand under me if you understand me
Had my heart broken by woman named Tammy
But gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy
talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it defense
Swear man, I be seeing these niggas like sequins
Niggas think He-Men, pow, pow, the end
Talking to myself I am my own consultant
Married to the money, fuck the world, adultery
You full of shit, you close mouth and let yo ass talk
Young eating, all you haters do is add salt
Stop playing, bitch, I got game on deadbolt
Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my off
Real all day and tomorrow
But these mu'fuckers talking crazy like they jaw
Glass half empty, half full, spill ya
Try me and run into a wall,
You know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the lights
The fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still
Bitch, stop playing, I do it a king do
If these niggas animals, then have a mink soon
Tell 'em bitches I say put my 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 don't 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 in silence like lasagna
People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta
Woman of my dreams, I don't sleep so I find her
You are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence a subject and a predicate
Yeah, a swag you would kill for
Money too strong, pockets on
Jumped in a well, now wish me well
'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell

Word to my mama, I'm out of my bean
Don't see what that drama mean, guess I'm Dramamine
scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a
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 like Buddha
me, and you'll be all over the flow like Luda
Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bold like
And I a killer ho, she gon' blow right through ya
I be macking, 'bout my stacking, now I pack a mover
Shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my
Niggas think high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out mind
I done told these fuck niggas, so many
That I keep these bucks steady on my
these, I fuck these on your mind, pause
To feed them, on my grind, gonna need a luck
Keep throwing my in the middle
Hit 'em up, piece on my side, ain't no peace on my side, bitch
I'm a man, I visit urinals
Tune me to, I'm shooting when the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X. nigga, ya