Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Summers

a minute!

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

Take chains off, take off
Bracelets and things, big aches and
My jack rang off 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 just to get paid?
And now I think I'm 'bout to buy a Bentley,
I'm in LA with the and bongo
I heard tape, do or die, it was compo-
Trimmin' the bream the blade and lawnmow'
Figure it out,
Bitch, spill my sake
You gon'make me kick you out 'partment
You gon' have to kick it in the
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 she kiss 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 will be live in 1080p on your 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 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 gon' for at least six summers
(Summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers)

Word!

This shit 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 the shooter
Reform, reform shoulda sooner

on
This shit gon' bang at six summers
Pop the top, that bitch hot than a
We need more and less gunners
Put your heat and smoke marijuana
Pop the off your muzzle
Niggas is like lost files in the shuffle
We know you lyin', my nigga, naw, we trust you
We know you buy to it back to the public
'Cause money to made in the killin' spree
That's why he tryna start a war on the Twitter
take this nigga's phone, is you kiddin' me?
Take AKs up outta these Inner City streets

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

And so I smoke, drink, just to cope with the
Get the and the Cobain
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 give a
Ssh-Tell me that I don't 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 niggas' land and oil
Billy copped the Desert Eagle and it's to tote it
Lil' nigga bullied out his Pumas but why he have to shoot the whole up?

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

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