Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Summers

a minute!

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

chains off, take rangs off
Bracelets and things, big aches and
My jack off with clickbait
is too raw, it's a fish plate
Fay-Lay, the
A hunnid and fifty of us on the big
How long it took a nigga just to get
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 with the blade and lawnmow'
Figure it out,
Bitch, spill my sake
You gon'make me you out this 'partment
You have to kick it in the lobby
Damn, but don't somebody stop me, I'm too

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

The will not be televised but it will be streamed live in 1080p 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
hard to stomach cold murder
It's easier to get a nine
He was nineteen with a burner, had to off 'em
Reform, reform came sooner

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

Word!

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

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

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

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

Dear Mr. President, it's that you don't give a damn
Ssh-Tell me somethin' I don't know
All this fuckin' and if it ever make it to the stand, ssh-you know they gon' let 'em go, bro
You was overseas niggas' land and oil
Billy copped the Desert Eagle and it's legal to it
Lil' nigga bullied out his 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 cope the pain
Get the and the Cobain

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