Luyện nghe bài hát Summer Time

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

Well listen Summer in the city
Now niggas ride town, for another sounds, look before the smithy
And even on courts, you got the shorties watchin fellas
Doin on they baggy shorts
And is having fun in the park
But there's a limit, moms says you best to be home before
Now we all know the flavor, were back on the moms
Chattin the next door neighbour sayin 'Hi'
The folks that ride
Her hands on the floor head 'cause the sun gettin in the rock
Little kids in sweaty suits, with like Lost Boyz
Strictly t-shirts or the
Standin on the van with, I'm wavin at
food from the vooda, and sips from the Mystics
Lex, coups, and benz
Niggas hangin with they man hits
We 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)

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

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

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

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

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

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

about 98 degrees, everybodies gettin cheese
And a downy in my round, is walk around in dungaries
When new burgers got a lot the corner
See a shorty and you want, now you best to push up on her,
I lay my act, slick sleen back, 40 down south
bounce like that
Smokin charm as we creep the streets
Lost Boyz, they and they eat meats
They blues, no socks, short skirts, t-shirts, red
bouncin with friends
3 Piece, bbs, cloned out on the
I wanna hit in the car, how them 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 time (summer in the city)

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

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

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