Luyện nghe bài hát Its Da Summa Time

(DJ Paul)
Yeah, the hoes gonna out to dis one boy.
We gon' let know how we do it in da south man.
the motherfuckin golds in our mouth.
In da summa time, we get up,
then we get glocked up.
DJ Paul. J. Fr-Fr-Fr-Frayser Boy.

(Frayser Boy)
9:30 in tha morning, nigga'still
me up a blunt, cause a nigga is jonein'
Picked up my phone, checked all my missed calls
Bitches on my whore, got a playa pissed off
Its another pretty day, but its kinda hot
Plenty freaky hoes out, tryin' to get off
Little ass shorts, tryin' to show they ass cheeks
Love me a freaky bitch, like em 'less they nasty
Everybody gettin' out, gettin' cars washed 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 know why.
So high, pull da weed needin' me soul food.
Boy you friendn a BBQ, I'm friendn roll through.
All day ridin', weekends
Blowin' money, dice, nigga its nothin.

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

(DJ Paul)
We come from the where they love to ride big rims on errything
Keep a unit and some green on errything
Campaign, cause it aint no when its on mayne.
Do it bigger than the of Liberty cause we Chrome mayne
Up at noon, I fire 'ah blunt up for my
Hit the cleaners, pick up my Dickies tha creases.
Liquor store, get some more, 'cause the last last night
Hit up 'Cris, get some 'yo or it wont be right
Rep the hood, nuttin' special, what we always do.
But its about when the sun is out it make ya feel so new.
I'm washed up, I'm up,
'bout to on woahs and 2 liters get it yerked 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 mens and buildings
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 big, its da summa time ain't it

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