Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Summers

a minute!

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

Take chains off, take off
Bracelets and things, big and pains
My jack rang off clickbait
is too raw, it's a fish plate
Fay-Lay, the
A and fifty of us on the big stage?
How it took a nigga just to get paid?
And now I think I'm to buy a Bentley, pronto
I'm in LA with the and bongo
I heard tape, do or die, it was compo-
Trimmin' the bream the blade and lawnmow'
it out, nigga
Bitch, don't spill my
You gon'make me you out this 'partment
You gon' have to it in the lobby
Damn, but don't somebody me, I'm too sloppy

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

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

This shit gon' bang at six summers from out that rock you been under
Mummy wrapped, duffel bag, gutter
It's hard to stomach murder
It's easier to get a nine
He was nineteen with a burner, had to off 'em
Reform, shoulda came sooner

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

Word!

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

on
This shit gon' at least six summers
Pop the top, that bitch hot than a
We more and less long gunners
Put down your and smoke marijuana
Pop the lock off your
Niggas is dyin' lost 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 there's money to made in the spree
That's why he tryna a war on the Twitter feed
Somebody take nigga's phone, is you kiddin' me?
Take them AKs up outta these Inner City

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

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

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

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

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