Luyện nghe bài hát Its Da Summa Time

(DJ Paul)
Yeah, the gonna come out to dis one boy.
We let y'all 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. 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 cell phone, checked all my missed
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, tryin' to they ass cheeks
Love me a freaky bitch, don't like em they nasty
Everybody gettin' out, they cars washed 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 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, shootin' dice, its nothin.

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

(DJ Paul)
We come from the city they love to ride big rims on errything
Keep a unit and some green on errything
Campaign, cause it no thang when its on mayne.
Do it bigger than the Statue of Liberty cause we Chrome
Up at noon, I fire 'ah up for my breakfast
Hit the cleaners, pick up my with tha creases.
store, gotta get some more, 'cause the last 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 the sun is out it make ya feel so new.
I'm up, I'm glocked up,
'bout to on woahs 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 you need to do
You Lil homie, we keep it jumpin' out stunt mens and buildings
We grillin' and killin' and it up with all that security, ya hear me.

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

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