Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Foot 7 Foot

Six-foot, seven-foot, bunch
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 start Weezy, the F is for Finisher
So misunderstood, but a world without enigma?
Two at the same time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted 'cause she open 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 family picture
You father time, we all know mother nature
It's all in the family, but I am of no
No matter who's buying, I'm a
and white diamonds, fuck segregation
Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Nut
Young Money running shit and you 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 out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don't me
Had my broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy
Just to moms, told her she the sweetest
I the beat up, call it self defense
Swear man, I be seeing through these niggas like
Niggas think He-Men, pow, pow, the end
Talking to because I am my own consultant
to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery
You full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo ass
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 mu'fuckers crazy like they jaw broke
Glass half empty, half full, spill ya
Try me and run into a wall,
You know I'ma ball 'til they off the field lights
The fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they ripe
Bitch, playing, I do it like a king do
If these niggas animals, then I'ma have a mink
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 picture 'less the is on
Satisfied with nothing, you know the half of it
Money, Cash 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, kinda
of my dreams, I don't sleep so I can't find her
You niggas are gelatin, to an elephant
I got that sentence like a subject and a predicate
Yeah, with a swag you kill for
too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
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 lima
Don't wanna see that drama mean, guess I'm Dramamine
Llama scream, than summer sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne 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
for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
Disturb me, and be all over the flow like Luda
Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow through ya
I be macking, 'bout my stacking, now I like a mover
Shout to ratchet for backing out on of my shooter
Niggas think they high as I, I laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is
Wayne, niggas out they mind
I done told these fuck niggas, so times
That I keep these steady on my mind
Tuck these, I fuck on your mind, pause
To feed them, on my grind, gonna 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 urinals abroad
told me to, I'm shooting when the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X. nigga, ya