Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Summers

a minute!

Trump's got a love child and I hope that is buckwild
I hope she sip Mescale-, I she kiss senoritas and black gals
I hope her El Salv, I hope her poppa stick around, yeah

chains off, take rangs off
Bracelets and things, big and pains
My jack rang off with
Truth is too raw, it's a fish
Fay-Lay, the
A and fifty of us on the big stage?
How it took a nigga just to get paid?
And now I think I'm to buy a Bentley, pronto
I'm in LA with the and bongo
I heard tape, do or die, it was compo-
the bream with the blade and lawnmow'
Figure it out,
Bitch, don't my sake
You gon'make me kick you out this
You gon' have to it in the lobby
Damn, but don't stop me, I'm too sloppy

Trump's got a love child and I hope that is buckwild
I hope she sip Mescale, I hope she kiss senoritas and black
I her momma's El Salv, I hope her poppa stick around, yes, Lord

The revolution will not be televised but it will be streamed live in 1080p on peabrain head in the face ass mobile device, alright!

This shit gon' bang at least six summers from out that you been under
Mummy wrapped, duffel bag, bunny
It's to stomach cold murder
easier to get a nine millimeter
He was nineteen with a burner, had to off 'em
Reform, reform shoulda sooner

a minute!
This gon' bang for at least six summers
(Summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers)

Word!

This shit gon' bang for at six summers
But ain't shit gon' for at least three summers
They tryna a nigga faith, we need a little truth, brother
goes the shooter
Reform, shoulda came sooner

on
This gon' bang at least six summers
Pop the top, that hot than a motha
We more and less long gunners
Put down your heat and marijuana
Pop the lock off your
Niggas is dyin' like files in the shuffle
We you lyin', my nigga, naw, we don't trust you
We know you buy to sell it to the public
'Cause there's to made in the killin' spree
That's why he tryna start a war on the Twitter
take this nigga's phone, is you kiddin' me?
Take them AKs up outta these Inner City

This shit gon' bang for at six summers
But shit gon' change for at least three summers
They kill a nigga faith, we need a little truth, brother
goes the shooter
Reform, reform shoulda sooner

And so I smoke, drink, just to cope the pain
Get the and the Cobain
And so I smoke, drink, to cope with the pain
Get the and the Cobain

Dear Mr. President, it's that you don't give a damn
Ssh-Tell me somethin' that I know
All this fuckin' evidence and if it ever make it to the stand, ssh-you know they let 'em go, bro
You was overseas stealin' land and oil
Billy copped the Desert Eagle and legal to tote it
Lil' nigga bullied out his Pumas but why he have to shoot the whole up?

And so I smoke, drink, just to cope with the
Get the and the Cobain
And so I smoke, drink, just to cope with the
Get the and the Cobain

This shit gon' bang at six summers
Word!
(Summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers)
This shit bang for at least six summers
But shit gon' change for at least three summers
tryna kill a nigga faith, we need a little truth, brother
Pop-pop-pop the shooter
Reform, shoulda came sooner