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.
With the motherfuckin 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)
in tha morning, nigga'still yawnin'
Roll me up a blunt, cause a nigga is
up my cell phone, checked all my missed calls
Bitches playin on my whore, got a playa off
Its pretty day, but its kinda hot dawg
Plenty freaky hoes out, to get knocked off
Little bitty ass shorts, tryin' to show they ass
Love me a freaky bitch, don't em 'less they nasty
Everybody gettin' out, they cars washed up
Hate it for my niggas gotta spend they summas 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 needin' me some food.
Boy you friendn a BBQ, Shit I'm roll through.
All day ridin', weekends
Blowin' money, dice, nigga its nothin.

(Chorus 4x)
In da bangin', in da hood hangin'
Do it real big, its da summa time it

(DJ Paul)
We come the city where they love to ride big rims on errything
Keep a and some green thas on errything
Campaign, it aint no thang when its on mayne.
Do it bigger than the of Liberty cause we Chrome mayne
Up at noon, I 'ah blunt up for my breakfast
Hit the cleaners, pick up my Dickies tha creases.
Liquor store, gotta get some more, 'cause the last night
Hit up 'Cris, gotta get some 'yo or it be right
Rep the hood, nuttin' special, what we always do.
But its sumthin' when the sun is out it make ya feel so new.
I'm up, I'm glocked up,
to trip 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 you need to do
You Lil homie, we keep it jumpin' out with stunt mens and
We grillin' and killin' and choppin' it up all that security, ya hear me.

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

(Juicy J)
Haters 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 think tough
like 'Cris up in they 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 still dont to give me props.
Talk is cheap, gonna me nigga
I'm still always make these millas