Luyện nghe bài hát Summer Time

Summer, summer, time
Summer, summer, summer
Summer, summer, summer

listen Summer time in the city
Now niggas around town, for another sounds, look before the smithy
And on ball courts, you got the shorties watchin fellas
Doin anythings on they baggy
And kids is having fun in the
But there's a limit, says you best to be home before dark
Now we all know the flavor, were back on the black
Chattin with the next door sayin 'Hi'
The folks that don't
Her hands on the floor head the sun keeps gettin in the rock
Little kids in sweaty suits, niggas like Lost Boyz
Strictly or the boots
on the van with, I'm wavin at chicks
Takin food from the vooda, and sips the Mystics
Lex, coups, and benz
Niggas hangin with they man makin
We in the city

Summer, summer, time (summer time in the city)

Summer, summer, summer time (summer in the city)

Summer, summer, time (summer time in the city)

Summer, summer, summer time (summer in the city)

In every borough a crew
Of niggas blunts and drinkin brew
that's the way that us niggas do
With Newports in the ear, playin sports
And walk around in daisy dukes shorts, bounce
The would be throwin in the park
When the buddha is sparked, get together after dark
GG and G tapes are bangin, strictly Spigg Nice
And that hat black, when me and my niggas are
I'm given beats to my peeps when I through
In 89, them shorties smoke grass too
To make a avenue, somethin in god
40 Be, is lee, agent I too
And to my peoples on the
132142, Yeah the rock
See niggas do they thing
Champagne and rings don't shit
Bang real niggas in the city

Summer, summer, summer (summer time in the city)

Summer, summer, summer (summer time in the city)

Summer, summer, summer time (summer in the city)

Summer, summer, time (summer time in the city)

It's 98 degrees, everybodies gettin cheese
And a downy in my round, spit is around in dungaries
When new got a lot around the corner
See a shorty and you want, now you to push up on her, right?
I lay my act, slick sleen back, 40 ounce south
Bounce bounce like
Smokin charm as we creep thru the
Lost Boyz, bites and they eat meats
They blues, no socks, short skirts, t-shirts, red
Shorty with friends
3 Piece, bbs, cloned out on the
I hit in the car, how them skins feel
with the ribbon in the windshield
So one two, is how we do
Summer time, Lost Boyz thru in the city

Summer, summer, summer (summer time in the city)

Summer, summer, summer (summer time in the city)

Summer, summer, summer time (summer in the city)

Summer, summer, summer (summer time in the city)