Luyện nghe bài hát Its Da Summa Time

(DJ Paul)
Yeah, the hoes gonna out to dis one boy.
We gon' let y'all know how we do it in da 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)
9:30 in tha morning, nigga'still
Roll me up a blunt, a nigga is jonein'
Picked up my cell phone, checked all my calls
Bitches on my whore, got a playa pissed off
Its another pretty day, but its kinda hot
Plenty freaky out, tryin' to get knocked off
Little bitty ass shorts, to show they ass cheeks
Love me a freaky bitch, don't em 'less they nasty
Everybody gettin' out, gettin' they washed up
Hate it for my niggas gotta spend they locked up
Police, yeah they watch us. But 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, Shit I'm friendn through.
All day ridin', weekends
Blowin' money, dice, nigga its nothin.

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

(DJ Paul)
We come from the city where love to ride big rims on errything
Keep a unit and green thas on errything
Campaign, it aint no thang when its on mayne.
Do it bigger than the Statue of Liberty we Chrome 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 night
Hit up 'Cris, get some '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 up, I'm glocked up,
'bout to trip on and 2 liters get it yerked up
Ya'll how we do, when we do what we do, do
We do ??? and us and so much you need to do
You Lil homie, we keep it jumpin' out with mens and buildings
We grillin' and killin' and choppin' it up all that security, ya hear me.

(Chorus 4x)
In da trunk bangin', in da 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, spendin' like I spend.
Ghetto fab and ten
Some of 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 dont have to me props.
Talk is cheap, gonna me nigga
I'm still always make these millas