Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Summers

a minute!

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

Take off, take rangs off
Bracelets and things, big aches and
My rang off with clickbait
Truth is too raw, it's a fish
Fay-Lay, the
A and fifty 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 heard tape, do or die, it was compo-
the bream with the blade and lawnmow'
Figure it out,
Bitch, don't my sake
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 love child and I that bitch is buckwild
I hope she sip Mescale, I hope she senoritas and black gals
I hope her El Salv, I hope her poppa stick around, yes, Lord

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

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

Word!

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

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This shit bang at least six summers
Pop the top, bitch hot than a motha
We need more and less long
Put down your heat and marijuana
Pop the off your 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 it back to the public
'Cause money to made in the killin' spree
That's why he start 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 gon' bang for at least six
But ain't shit gon' change for at least summers
They tryna kill a nigga faith, we need a little truth,
goes the shooter
Reform, reform shoulda came

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 Coltrane and the

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

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

This shit gon' bang at six summers
Word!
(Summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers)
This 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 truth, brother
Pop-pop-pop goes the
Reform, shoulda came sooner