Luyện nghe bài hát Summertime

Summertime, skies
the breeze, blowing trees
And it good, so good
Like it should, can you feel it

Summer sand, sun and
Feeling a 100 grand
up in france
Like I'm another land
I'm a man, I got
Like I need you on your
me underneath
Don't forget the
Hit the weed, wait a again
What you see me in with
B and m. tell me the bpm?
89, yeah fine, feeling like
It's summertime. sipping
Potent, hope it's potion number 9
Damn you fine, from behind, what's sign?
What's size? up your bra, oh my god
Knock it off, knockers all
Actual, when you're down, will
I'm down for but only if the
Ass is still...
in my glass of milk
Abusing this - woosh, woosh
Kush, kush - don't you that
This was your life? this is your
it comes to summertime
Don't you know the world is

Summertime, blue
Feel the breeze, trees
And it good, so good
Like it should, can you it too?

down the street, need to
Celebrate the
Picking up my friends
em bring the weed and
90 degrees, even got a breeze
And, I don't need to tell you
This be my season
on the beach, but I'm sitting
Under trees, and got a little
Mixed in my tea, and don't you know
I'm light-skinned? gotta use the right
Spf 45th, in my whiteness
up sticky buds, sticking all
To my thumbs, smoking on a joint
No, I be smoking blunts
Not for fun, just invite the hot
Bring em to the hot tub,
Their tops off, now my hard
Living like a rock star, it
To the but stay out the back
Of cop cars. can't be up
By law enfocement. all I do is lean
Breathe, and this...

Summertime, skies
the breeze, blowing trees
And it feels good, so
Like it should, can you it too?

Catch me in that '83 chevy
Do this for
Candy with the? girls to my
36-24-36 sizes, coke bottle
Filled with surprises, is
Wide and girlfriends
Eenie-meenie-minie, trying to out
What I'm in
In the sundress, gotta
Who got a and brains, game's
The dumbest. be the bombest
the calmness. living life
Too to get the wrong shit
And I'm on this, you
blow dros, spit flows, lay low
Where it's sunny, can't complain
A mane, and I'm chilling with
Some of the finest thangs on the
So I'm content with having a good
In my zone, on with a splash of lime

Summertime, skies
the breeze, blowing trees
And it good, so good
Like it should, can you feel it