Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Foot 7 Foot

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot
Six-foot, seven-foot, bunch

Ahem excuse my charisma, vodka a spritzer
Swagger pat, call my shit Patricia
Young militia, and I am the commissioner
You don't want start Weezy, the F is for Finisher
So misunderstood, but what's a world without
Two bitches at the same time, synchronized
Got the girl twisted she open when you twist her
Never met the bitch, but I her like I missed her
Life is the bitch, and death is her
Sleep is the cousin, a fuckin' family picture
You know father time, we all know nature
all in the family, but I am of no relation
No matter who's buying, I'm a
and white diamonds, fuck segregation
Fuck that shit, my up, you niggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running shit and you just runner-ups
I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doing shit
Lil Tunechi or Young

I'm back in
Okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there
I you stand under me if you don't understand me
Had my heart broken by this woman named
But hoes be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy
Just to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it defense
Swear man, I be seeing through these niggas sequins
think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
Talking to myself because I am my own
to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery
You full of shit, you close mouth and let yo ass talk
Young Money eating, all you haters do is add
Stop playing, bitch, I got this game on
Mind so sharp, I fuck and cut my head off
Real all day and tomorrow
But these mu'fuckers talking crazy like jaw broke
Glass half empty, half full, I'll ya
Try me and run a wall, outfielder
You I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field lights
The fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while still ripe
Bitch, playing, I do it like a king do
If these niggas animals, then I'ma have a soon
Tell 'em I say put my name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I that's a foreign language to y'all
And I call it I see it, and my glasses on
But most of y'all don't get the picture the flash is on
with nothing, you don't know the half of it
Young Money, Money
Paper chasing, tell that paper, "Look, I'm right ya"
Bitch, real G's move in silence like
say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda
Woman of my dreams, I don't so I can't find her
You niggas are gelatin, to an elephant
I got that sentence like a subject and a predicate
Yeah, with a swag you kill for
Money too strong, pockets on
Jumped in a wishing well, now me well
Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and

Word to my mama, I'm out of my lima
Don't wanna see that drama mean, guess I'm Dramamine
Llama scream, than summer sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a
I played the side for you niggas tryna front, and see
Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you the son of me
Pause for dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
Disturb me, and be all over the flow like Luda
Bitch, I flow scuba, bitch, I'm bold like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she blow right through ya
I be macking, 'bout my stacking, now I like a mover
Shout to for backing out on behalf of my shooter
Niggas think high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is
Wayne, these out they mind
I done told these niggas, so many times
That I keep these bucks on my mind
Tuck these, I fuck these on mind, pause
To them, on my grind, gonna need a little luck
throwing my sign in the middle
Hit 'em up, piece on my side, 'cause ain't no peace on my side,
I'm a man, I urinals abroad
Tune told me to, I'm shooting when the outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X. nigga, ya