Luyện nghe bài hát Summa Tha Time

We blowing up the spot
(Summa the time)
known for fronting, not
(Summa the time)
We our shows all we got, wreck the stage and lots play us
the sun because were hot, hot

It's Sheep, beep-beep, everybody on your feet
Catch the beat, sweet sweet, got you bopping the street
Shorts to short-sets, shorties for sex
Forties, my forte Butterfill and Becks

That defines Dres, D-R-E-S, no ado
I charcoal, broil and foil more any barbecue
In the breeze like Lenin, listen Im beginning
In Nueva York, better as kings' dominion

We're back again, beats across your head and back
And when you front I'l make you stand out a fat African
Peace to all down south, I know hot as Hades
Love to all the fam-a-lam I in the eghties

Now we're in the Nineties, as months go where the hour
I stack and think of what? Black empowerment
I wife and black child to raise together
I think about the knowing nothing last forever

In this world things happen at the drop of a
Some never happen at all, and yes yall

(Summa the time)
Im hitting your face the breeze
(Summa the time)
It's I rip the mic to so many degrees
Huh, I'm docking it in your port, I'm slamming it in your
Me the shorts? I'm holding the for'ps, child please

Some of the time I'm with my crew, some of the I'm not
Bouncing down the block, up the spot
But only when it's hot do I see nuff looking at me
Displaying signs of jealousy, it they're still Black With NV

I go by the name of the Sugar Dick Daddy Lawnge, ripping the
Suckers see me, wanna be me but Im creamy and theyre wrong
To whom it may concern, yo, even try, kid
Because you couldn't see me even if I was your

When I rhyme for the summertime, I can
Bring more from grief than the Icy man
Be it your front yard, stoop or porch
Like the Kackalackan sun, I'm to scorch

I know it was about time we dropped the now, oh
We got more niggas rolling up than even at the car
Yeah, we're here to tan that ass like the sun
For the nigga that tried to dis us, we he's the dumber one

When you hear the Sheep are rocking be on the
'Cause we gather more crowds than a cookout

(Summa the time)
I like to tour around the
(Summa the time)
I'm chilling hard my girl
I to wake late for summer heat's sake
Listen to the fat beats, we and chill on a summer break

It's the summer blitz, dips pretty lips
Bros with or doe flip for hits
Yo, microphone check one, be no other topping
I rock a flock and mock, Sheep, rocking

Sonny, can you me? Honey, I be fly
making, really there's a ribbon in the sky
For One Love, I'm my diction less the fiction
Non-believers me hiking and fishing

Now I spike like a Viking
Wildstyle, summer in Astoria
Way back my made Ajax join the Warriors
Back when jams found me trying to see the band

parties in the center saw DJs as the man
A bird, a plane, feel the breeze changing
I put a chill in your veins, even on a crowded
Im cool, more cool than Morris time

Less hits for some ones in ninety nine
Since a time ago, Im getting mine
Put the 'genuine' in genuine, son, I

(Summa the time)
I'm respect, do you copy?
(Summa the time)
I'm whyling with my boy Papi
I'm with the Lawnge one running, ripping up
Until the summer that we flex, says it's time to chill
(Summa the time)