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,
then we gotta get up.
DJ Paul. Juicy J. Boy.

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

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

(DJ Paul)
We from the city where they love to ride big rims on errything
Keep a unit and some green thas on
Campaign, it aint no thang when its on mayne.
Do it bigger than the Statue of Liberty cause we mayne
Up at noon, I fire 'ah blunt up for my
Hit the cleaners, up my Dickies with tha creases.
Liquor store, gotta get some more, 'cause the last last
Hit up 'Cris, gotta get some 'yo or it be right
Rep the hood, nuttin' special, what we always do.
But its sumthin' about when the sun is out it ya feel so new.
I'm up, I'm glocked up,
'bout to on woahs and 2 liters get it yerked up
know how we do, when we do what we do, do
We do ??? and only us and so you need 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 trunk bangin', in da hood
Do it real big, its da summa ain't it

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