Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Foot 7 Foot

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

Ahem my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger pat, call my shit Patricia
Young militia, and I am the commissioner
You don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for
So misunderstood, but a world without enigma?
Two at the same 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
Sleep is the cousin, a fuckin' family picture
You know time, we all know mother nature
all in the family, but I am of no relation
No matter who's buying, I'm a
Black and white diamonds, segregation
Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Nut
Young running shit and you niggas just runner-ups
I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doing this
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 don't me
Had my heart broken by this named Tammy
But hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame
Just to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it defense
man, I be seeing through these niggas like sequins
Niggas think He-Men, pow, pow, the end
to myself because I am my own consultant
Married to the money, fuck the world, adultery
You full of shit, you close your and let yo ass talk
Young Money eating, all you do is add salt
Stop playing, bitch, I got game on deadbolt
Mind so sharp, I fuck and cut my head off
Real nigga all day and
But these mu'fuckers talking crazy 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 fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em they still ripe
Bitch, stop playing, I do it 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 a foreign language to y'all
And I call it I see it, and my glasses on
But most of y'all get the picture 'less the flash is on
with nothing, you don't know the half of it
Young Money, Cash
Paper chasing, tell paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"
Bitch, real G's move in 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, 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
Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me
Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it 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 sun on a Ghana 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 like Buddha
Disturb me, and you'll be all over the like Luda
Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bold like
And I keep a killer ho, she gon' right through ya
I be macking, 'bout my stacking, now I pack a mover
Shout to ratchet for backing out on of my shooter
think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out mind
I done told these fuck niggas, so many
That I keep bucks steady on my mind
Tuck these, I these on your mind, pause
To feed them, on my grind, need a little luck
throwing my sign in the middle
Hit 'em up, on my side, 'cause ain't no peace on my side, bitch
I'm a man, I visit urinals
Tune told me to, I'm shooting the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X. nigga, ya