Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless The Summer

[Verse 1: East]
If you owe that man, pay that man
around, I stood my ground, niggas can't say I ran
I was taught, take something, you break his hand
And I was taught, you wanna make You take a chance
The way I see it, these gon' kill theyself
How the you keepin' it real? You ain't real with yourself
Many night on the Ocho, duckin' and popo'
This Gucci the logo
I don't no Polo, I'm boujee now
I bring some women to some goonies out
They used to ask for credit, I dead it, like a root
I get back to that later, I'm in the for now
Pistol in your gon' do more than chip tooth your smile
Niggas I played with, is shooters now
I did the highway with work, I how a state troopers sound
It feel like they to kill me
I'm out the way, they Meek for poppin' a wheelie
Treat us like animals, but we get fly the Air Force
I been on that Ace of Spades, these on Smirnoff
Aim it at his head, and try to knock nigga beard off
Skrrt, pull the Benz off, pay when men talk
I said men
Dope the Exorcist
I watched a fiend spin, been hard to go to bed since
Blood splatter all in your car, leave you red tint
up with a plan for this paper, been gettin' bread since
Tyra said I should model, gettin' head since
They a sweep, and my niggas been in the fed since
They came around questions, we never said shit
Gang squad started followin', soon as I Crip
I know on my Instagram
Clap the heat, feet, you know them niggas ran
I don't call niggas family, unless they fam'
If a don't get 'em, I guarantee a milli' can

2: Vado]

Try to manage vibe energy
A friend could do more damage than five enemies
When it's chicken, it's beef, like Kennedy
Bring your instrument, we could us a live symphony
In a tight alley, we be [?]
Gunplay scenes, I squeeze like Mike
All you see is sticks and signs, [?]
Red track suit, new [?], white
Real shit, your own men will
I don't wanna you get dough, 'less you demonstrate
I'm trying open the door, like inner-space
5-6-0 with the chrome plates
Get it straight, i'm from, you had to

I hit the scaffle with it, brown bag, I hit it

[Bridge: Dave
I don't niggas family, 'less they really fam'
I don't call niggas family, 'less they fam'
I don't call niggas family, they really fam'
I don't call niggas family, 'less really fam'

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