Luyện nghe bài hát Its Da Summa Time

(DJ Paul)
Yeah, the hoes come out to dis one boy.
We gon' let know how we do it in da south man.
With the motherfuckin in our mouth.
In da time, we get washed up,
we gotta get glocked up.
DJ Paul. Juicy J. Boy.

(Frayser Boy)
9:30 in tha morning, nigga'still
Roll me up a blunt, cause a nigga is
Picked up my phone, checked all my missed calls
playin on my whore, got a playa pissed off
Its another day, but its kinda hot dawg
Plenty freaky hoes out, to get knocked off
Little ass shorts, tryin' to show they ass cheeks
Love me a freaky bitch, don't like em 'less nasty
gettin' out, gettin' they cars washed up
Hate it for my niggas gotta spend they locked up
Police, yeah they us. But they let us roll by.
In da Bay its hot and everybody know why.
So high, pull da weed needin' me soul food.
Boy you friendn a BBQ, Shit I'm friendn through.
All day ridin', clubin'
Blowin' money, shootin' dice, its nothin.

(Chorus 4x)
In da trunk bangin', in da hood
Do it real big, its da time ain't it

(DJ Paul)
We come from the city where they love to big rims on errything
Keep a and some green thas on errything
Campaign, cause it aint no thang its on mayne.
Do it bigger than the Statue of Liberty we Chrome mayne
Up at noon, I 'ah blunt up for my breakfast
Hit the cleaners, pick up my Dickies tha creases.
Liquor store, gotta get some more, 'cause the last night
Hit up 'Cris, gotta get 'yo or it wont be right
Rep the hood, nuttin' special, this what we do.
But its sumthin' about when the sun is out it make ya so new.
I'm washed up, I'm up,
'bout to trip on and 2 liters get it yerked up
Ya'll know how we do, we do what we do, do
We do ??? and only us and so much you to do
You Lil homie, we keep it jumpin' out with stunt mens and
We grillin' and killin' and choppin' it up with all that security, ya me.

(Chorus 4x)
In da bangin', in da hood hangin'
Do it real big, its da summa ain't it

(Juicy J)
Haters wanna see me fall, bitches see me ???
Ridin with tha strizzap in my lap
Im at the mall, like I wanna spend.
Ghetto fab and ten
of these mothafuckas think they tough
Some 'Cris up in they cup
on the main bitch Why you wanna hate on this
??? to mix up, nut and hell to spit
And if my record sales drop, you still have to give me props.
Talk is cheap, gonna me nigga
I'm still gonna always make these