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 golds in our mouth.
In da summa time, we get up,
then we get glocked 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 playa off
Its another pretty day, but its kinda hot
freaky hoes out, tryin' to get knocked off
Little bitty ass shorts, to show they ass cheeks
Love me a bitch, don't like em 'less they nasty
Everybody gettin' out, gettin' they cars up
Hate it for my niggas gotta spend summas 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 me some soul food.
Boy you friendn a BBQ, I'm friendn roll through.
All day ridin', clubin'
Blowin' money, dice, nigga its nothin.

(Chorus 4x)
In da trunk bangin', in da hood
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 green thas on errything
Campaign, cause it aint no thang its on mayne.
Do it than the Statue of Liberty cause we Chrome mayne
Up at noon, I fire 'ah up for my breakfast
Hit the cleaners, pick up my Dickies tha creases.
Liquor store, get some more, 'cause the last last night
Hit up 'Cris, gotta get some 'yo or it wont be
Rep the hood, nuttin' special, this what we do.
But its sumthin' about when the sun is out it ya feel so new.
I'm up, I'm glocked up,
'bout to trip on woahs and 2 liters get it up
Ya'll how we do, when 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 and buildings
We grillin' and killin' and choppin' it up with all that security, ya me.

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

(Juicy J)
wanna see me fall, bitches wanna see me ???
Ridin Maybach tha strizzap in my lap
Im at the mall, like I wanna spend.
Ghetto fab and ten
Some of these mothafuckas 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 dont to give me props.
Talk is cheap, gonna face me
I'm still gonna always make millas