Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Summers

a minute!

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

Take chains off, rangs off
Bracelets and things, big and pains
My jack rang off clickbait
is too raw, it's a fish plate
Fay-Lay, the
A hunnid and fifty of us on the big
How long it took a nigga to get paid?
And now I I'm 'bout to buy a Bentley, pronto
I'm in LA the shaker and bongo
I heard your tape, do or die, it was
Trimmin' the bream with the blade and
Figure it out,
Bitch, spill my sake
You gon'make me you out this 'partment
You have to kick it in the lobby
Damn, but don't somebody stop me, I'm too

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

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

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

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

Word!

This shit gon' for at least six summers
But ain't shit gon' change for at least summers
They tryna kill a nigga faith, we need a little truth,
Pop-pop-pop the shooter
Reform, shoulda came sooner

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

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

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

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

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

This shit gon' bang at least six
Word!
(Summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers, summers)
This shit gon' bang for at six summers
But ain't shit gon' change for at least summers
They tryna kill a nigga faith, we need a little truth,
Pop-pop-pop the shooter
Reform, reform came sooner