Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Foot 7 Foot

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

Ahem my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
down pat, call my shit Patricia
Young militia, and I am the commissioner
You don't want Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher
So misunderstood, but a world without enigma?
Two at the same time, synchronized swimmers
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
is the cousin, we're a fuckin' family picture
You know father time, we all mother nature
all in the family, but I am of no relation
No who's buying, I'm a celebration
Black and white diamonds, fuck
Fuck shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running shit and you niggas just
I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on this shit
Lil Tunechi or Tunafish

I'm going in
Okay, I lost my mind, it's out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you understand me
Had my heart broken by woman named Tammy
But hoes gon' be hoes, so I blame Tammy
Just talked to moms, told her she the
I beat the beat up, call it defense
Swear man, I be seeing through these niggas like
Niggas they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
Talking to myself because I am my own
Married to the money, fuck the world, adultery
You full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo ass
Young eating, all you haters do is add salt
Stop playing, bitch, I got game on deadbolt
so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off
Real nigga all day and
But these mu'fuckers talking crazy like jaw broke
Glass half empty, full, I'll spill ya
Try me and run a wall, outfielder
You know I'ma 'til they turn off the field lights
The fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while still ripe
Bitch, playing, I do it like a king do
If these animals, then I'ma have a mink soon
Tell 'em I say put my name on the wall
I the truth, but I guess that's 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 the flash is on
Satisfied with nothing, you don't know the of it
Money, Cash Money
Paper chasing, that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"
Bitch, real G's move in silence lasagna
People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta
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
too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
Jumped in a well, now wish me well
Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and

Word to my mama, I'm out of my bean
Don't see what that drama mean, guess I'm Dramamine
Llama scream, hotter 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 bold Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she blow right through ya
I be macking, 'bout my stacking, now I pack like a
to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter
Niggas they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, niggas out they mind
I done told these fuck niggas, so many
That I keep bucks steady on my mind
Tuck these, I fuck these on your mind,
To feed them, on my grind, gonna need a little
Keep throwing my sign in the
Hit 'em up, piece on my side, 'cause 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