Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Summers

a minute!

Trump's got a love child and I 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 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 it took a nigga just to get paid?
And now I think I'm 'bout to buy a Bentley,
I'm in LA with the shaker and
I your tape, do or die, it was compo-
Trimmin' the bream with the blade and
Figure it out,
Bitch, don't my sake
You gon'make me kick you out 'partment
You gon' to kick it in the lobby
Damn, but don't somebody stop me, I'm too

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

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 six summers from out that rock you been under
Mummy wrapped, duffel bag, bunny
It's to stomach cold murder
It's to get a nine millimeter
He was nineteen a burner, they had to off 'em
Reform, reform shoulda sooner

a minute!
This shit gon' bang for at least six
(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
They kill a nigga faith, we need a little truth, brother
Pop-pop-pop the shooter
Reform, reform shoulda came

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This gon' bang at least six summers
Pop the top, bitch hot than a motha
We need more and less long
Put down heat and smoke marijuana
Pop the lock off muzzle
is dyin' like lost files in the shuffle
We you lyin', my nigga, naw, we don't trust you
We know you buy to sell it to the public
'Cause there's to made 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 Inner City streets

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

And so I smoke, drink, just to cope 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 that I don't know
All this fuckin' evidence and if it ever make it to the stand, know they gon' let 'em go, bro
You was overseas stealin' land and oil
Billy copped the Eagle and it's legal to tote it
nigga bullied out his Pumas but why he have to shoot the whole school up?

And so I smoke, drink, to cope with the pain
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 bang for at least six summers
But ain't shit change for at least three summers
They tryna a nigga faith, we need a little truth, brother
goes the shooter
Reform, shoulda came sooner