Luyện nghe bài hát Short Summer

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No regrets, no regards
I know the bar, raise mine, can lower yalls
What I lack in talent, I show in heart
Prolly why they the encore before the show can start
So if you in my life, ya part
That's the best way for us to grow apart
Even through the mid-life crisis', yall know who the is
Always tell it like it is in of it
Dudes quite a bit, know i've grown tired of it
Sometimes you'd rather just watch the than write the script
Authentic,
More vintage, mimic, all gimmick
I ridicule what's done
See I aint fooled by what's spewed they income
some you win some
Perception, shit'll give you grey and then some
Inception are you living a of livin in one
see me get to thinking that it cant be all good
So I kill them with the car, Brandy Norwood
And keep chasin success yall scared of
Done dead weight, I'm no longer the paul bearer
Check, I'm too for all the games I dont play with suckers
I'm on the sideline, just watchin the dave and
But when you of Joe this is unrefutable (Not a word, he means irrefutable)
The paint is fucked up, but the picture gon' be

its gonna be a short
most of yall ain't built to last
It's be a short summer
Cause soon your shit gon' pass
It's be a short summer
You had your fun but now it's
It's be a short summer
A new season has

Which wrong are you an to
How can I be to
you fallin off with a parachute
Ya stack short, you got earnin to do
You new school, just you got some learnin to do
I dont to argue
You to easy to tear apart
I hear is partial, that whole project is Sarah Marshall
And I dont know what type of you on
I tried to make you get the point but you was Duhon
So Ray Felton when you need em
When niggas show you who they really are you should them
Catch me with the top down, speedin
Bout to have Jersey on fire like
my back in the wall I ain't never got slayed shit
Lebron was king until that got Wade
So if you marry the i'll be at the alter waitin
some niggas I dont call till its an altercation
Less money, less court cases
More high, more vacation
More of my back rubbed, of my feet massaged
Had me thinkin she face time Steve Jobs
They can't afloat, they proll need a mention
We in two boats, but yours need an engine
Nerve of you niggas I earth you
Took the out of shorty, gave birth to you niggas
Dog, I everything you say
You Steve to a upset stingray
A lighter to a Jean Grey
Now who's hotta, you
scholar, new prada, a few dollars
Niggas want to hit em the chrome like Blaka
I'm waiting for them when they get home like
How did he compare a stove to hells
That make a man real mad, Mel Gibson
So death to all the bullshit by any
Kill em all, hang em from the ceilin skinny jeans
For aspiring rappers that to pop a can
For the of Sean Bell, Oscar Grant
ya heat wave is almost up
Playing for keepsake you fucked
So when you talk Joe
When you done being
Say the was wild
But he made sure the was original

WAT UP