Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Summers

a minute!

Trump's got a love child and I hope that is buckwild
I hope she sip Mescale-, I she kiss senoritas and black gals
I hope her El Salv, I hope her poppa stick around, yeah

Take off, take rangs off
Bracelets and things, big and pains
My jack rang off with
Truth is too raw, a fish plate
Fay-Lay, the
A and fifty of us on the big stage?
How long it took a nigga to get paid?
And now I I'm 'bout to buy a Bentley, pronto
I'm in LA with the shaker and
I heard your tape, do or die, it was
Trimmin' the bream the blade and lawnmow'
Figure it out,
Bitch, don't spill my
You me kick you out this 'partment
You have to kick it in the lobby
Damn, but don't stop me, I'm too sloppy

Trump's got a child and I hope that bitch is buckwild
I hope she sip Mescale, I hope she senoritas and black gals
I hope her momma's El Salv, I hope her stick around, yes, Lord

The revolution will not be televised but it be streamed live in 1080p on your peabrain head in the face ass mobile device, alright!

This gon' bang at least six summers from out that rock you been under
Mummy wrapped, duffel bag, bunny
hard to stomach cold murder
It's easier to get a millimeter
He was with a burner, they had to off 'em
Reform, reform shoulda sooner

a minute!
This shit bang for at least six summers
(Summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers)

Word!

shit gon' bang for at least six summers
But ain't shit gon' change for at least summers
They tryna kill a nigga faith, we need a truth, brother
Pop-pop-pop the shooter
Reform, reform shoulda sooner

on
This shit gon' bang at six summers
Pop the top, that bitch hot a motha
We more and less long gunners
Put down heat and smoke marijuana
Pop the lock off muzzle
Niggas is dyin' like files in the shuffle
We know you lyin', my nigga, naw, we don't you
We know you buy to sell it to the public
'Cause money to made in the killin' spree
That's why he tryna a war on the Twitter feed
Somebody this nigga's phone, is you kiddin' me?
Take them AKs up outta these Inner City

This shit bang for at least six summers
But ain't shit change for at least three summers
They tryna kill a nigga faith, we a little truth, brother
Pop-pop-pop goes the
Reform, reform shoulda sooner

And so I smoke, drink, to cope with the pain
Get the Coltrane and the
And so I smoke, drink, just to cope the pain
Get the Coltrane and the

Mr. President, it's evident that you don't give a damn
Ssh-Tell me somethin' I don't know
All this fuckin' evidence and if it ever make it to the stand, ssh-you know gon' let 'em go, bro
You was stealin' niggas' land and oil
copped the Desert Eagle and it's legal to tote it
Lil' nigga out his Pumas but why he have to shoot the whole school up?

And so I smoke, drink, to cope with the pain
Get the Coltrane and the
And so I smoke, drink, just to with the pain
Get the and the Cobain

This gon' bang at least six summers
Word!
(Summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers)
This shit gon' bang for at six summers
But ain't shit change for at least three summers
They tryna a nigga faith, we need a little truth, brother
Pop-pop-pop goes the
Reform, reform came sooner