Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Summers

a minute!

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

Take off, take rangs off
and things, big aches and pains
My jack rang off clickbait
Truth is too raw, it's a fish
Fay-Lay, the
A hunnid and of us on the big stage?
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 your tape, do or die, it was compo-
Trimmin' the bream with the blade and
it out, nigga
Bitch, spill my sake
You gon'make me kick you out '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 that is buckwild
I hope she sip Mescale, I hope she kiss 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 1080p on peabrain head in the face ass mobile device, alright!

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

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

Word!

This shit gon' bang for at least six
But shit gon' change for at least three summers
tryna kill a nigga faith, we need a little truth, brother
Pop-pop-pop the shooter
Reform, reform came 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 your heat and marijuana
Pop the lock off muzzle
Niggas is like lost files in the shuffle
We know you lyin', my nigga, naw, we trust you
We you buy to sell it back to the public
'Cause there's money to made in the killin'
That's why he tryna start a war on the Twitter
Somebody take this phone, is you kiddin' me?
Take AKs up outta these Inner City streets

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

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

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

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

shit 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 gon' for at least three summers
They tryna kill a nigga faith, we a little truth, brother
Pop-pop-pop the shooter
Reform, reform came sooner