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 she kiss senoritas and black gals
I hope her momma's El Salv, I hope her poppa around, yeah

Take chains off, take off
Bracelets and things, big aches and
My jack rang off with
Truth is too raw, a fish plate
Fay-Lay, the
A and fifty of us on the big stage?
How long it a nigga just to get paid?
And now I think I'm 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 gon'make me kick you out this
You gon' to kick it in the lobby
Damn, but don't somebody stop me, I'm too

Trump's got a 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 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 least six summers from out rock you been under
Mummy wrapped, bag, gutter bunny
hard to stomach cold murder
It's easier to get a millimeter
He was with a burner, they had to off 'em
Reform, reform came 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 tryna 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, that bitch hot than a
We need more and less long
Put down your and smoke marijuana
Pop the off your muzzle
Niggas is dyin' lost files in the shuffle
We you lyin', my nigga, naw, we don't trust you
We know you buy to sell it back to the
'Cause money to made in the killin' spree
That's why he tryna a war on the Twitter feed
take this 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 gon' change for at least three summers
They kill a nigga faith, we need a little truth, brother
goes the shooter
Reform, reform came sooner

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

Dear Mr. President, it's evident you don't give a damn
me somethin' that I don't know
All this fuckin' evidence and if it ever make it to the stand, ssh-you know they let 'em go, bro
You was overseas stealin' niggas' and oil
copped the Desert Eagle and it's legal 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, just to with the pain
Get the and the Cobain

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