Luyện nghe bài hát Its Da Summa Time

(DJ Paul)
Yeah, the hoes come out to dis one boy.
We gon' let y'all know how we do it in da man.
With the motherfuckin in our mouth.
In da time, we get washed up,
then we get glocked up.
DJ Paul. J. Fr-Fr-Fr-Frayser Boy.

(Frayser Boy)
in tha morning, nigga'still yawnin'
Roll me up a blunt, a nigga is jonein'
Picked up my cell phone, checked all my missed
Bitches playin on my whore, got a playa off
Its another pretty day, but its hot dawg
Plenty freaky hoes out, to get knocked off
bitty ass shorts, tryin' to show they ass cheeks
Love me a freaky bitch, don't like em 'less nasty
Everybody gettin' out, gettin' they washed up
it for my niggas gotta spend they summas locked up
Police, yeah they watch us. But let us roll by.
In da Bay its very hot and everybody why.
So high, da weed needin' me some soul food.
Boy you a BBQ, Shit I'm friendn roll through.
All day ridin', clubin'
Blowin' money, dice, nigga its nothin.

(Chorus 4x)
In da trunk bangin', in da hood
Do it big, its da summa time ain't it

(DJ Paul)
We come the city where they love to ride big rims on errything
Keep a unit and green thas on errything
Campaign, cause it aint no when its on mayne.
Do it bigger than the Statue of Liberty cause we mayne
Up at noon, I fire 'ah up for my breakfast
Hit the cleaners, pick up my Dickies tha creases.
Liquor store, get some more, 'cause the last last night
Hit up 'Cris, get some 'yo or it wont be right
Rep the hood, special, this what we always do.
But its about when the sun is out it make ya feel so new.
I'm up, I'm glocked up,
'bout to trip on woahs and 2 liters get it up
Ya'll know how we do, when we do we do, do
We do ??? and us and so much you need to do
You Lil homie, we keep it jumpin' out with stunt and buildings
We grillin' and killin' and choppin' it up with all that security, ya me.

(Chorus 4x)
In da trunk bangin', in da hangin'
Do it real big, its da summa time it

(Juicy J)
Haters wanna see me fall, bitches see me ???
Ridin with tha strizzap in my lap
Im at the mall, spendin' like I spend.
Ghetto fab and ten
of these mothafuckas think they tough
Some like 'Cris up in cup
Always on the bitch Why you wanna hate on this
??? to mix up, nut and hell to spit
And if my record sales drop, you still dont to give me props.
Talk is cheap, gonna me nigga
I'm still gonna always make these