Luyện nghe bài hát Summa Tha Time

We like blowing up the
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We're for fronting, not
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We give our shows all we got, wreck the and lots play us
the sun because were hot, hot

It's Black Sheep, beep-beep, on your feet
Catch the beat, sweet sweet, got you bopping down the
Shorts to short-sets, shorties for sex
Forties, my forte Butterfill and four

That defines Dres, D-R-E-S, no ado
I charcoal, and foil more than any barbecue
In the breeze like Lenin, when Im beginning
In Nueva York, known as kings' dominion

We're back again, smacking across your head and back
And when you front I'l you stand out like a fat African
Peace to all south, I know it's hot as Hades
Love to all the fam-a-lam I scrambled in the

Now we're in the Nineties, as months go where the hour
I stack mint and think of what? Black
I think wife and black child to together
I think about the knowing nothing last forever

In this things happen at the drop of a dime
Some things never happen at all, and yes

(Summa the time)
Im hitting your like the breeze
(Summa the time)
It's I rip the mic to so many degrees
Huh, I'm docking it in port, I'm slamming it in your court
Me taking the shorts? I'm holding the for'ps, child

Some of the time I'm my crew, some of the time I'm not
Bouncing the block, blowing up the spot
But when it's hot do I see nuff niggas looking at me
Displaying signs of jealousy, it means they're still With NV

I go by the of the Sugar Dick Daddy Lawnge, ripping the song
Suckers see me, wanna be me but Im creamy and dead wrong
To it may concern, yo, dont even try, kid
Because you couldn't see me even if I was your

I rhyme for the summertime, believe I can
Bring relief from grief than the Icy man
Be it front yard, your stoop or porch
Like the sun, I'm guaranteed to scorch

I know it was about we dropped the now, oh gosh
We got more niggas up than even at the car wash
Yeah, here to tan that ass like the summer sun
For the nigga that to dis us, we know he's the dumber one

When you hear the Sheep are rocking be on the
'Cause we gather hungry crowds than a cookout

(Summa the time)
I like to tour the world
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I'm chilling hard with my
I like to wake late for summer heat's
Listen to the fat beats, we make and on a summer break

the summer blitz, dips with pretty lips
Bros with or without doe for hits
Yo, microphone check one, be no other topping
I rock a flock and mock, Sheep, rocking

Sonny, can you me? Honey, I be fly
Money making, there's a ribbon in the sky
For One Love, I'm kicking my diction less the
Non-believers thought me hiking and

Now I spike them like a
Wildstyle, like in Astoria
Way back my peoples made join the Warriors
Back when park jams found me trying to see the

Until parties in the saw DJs as the man
A bird, a plane, the breeze changing lanes
I put a chill in your veins, on a crowded train
Im cool, more cool than dropping time

Less legit hits for some in ninety nine
Since a long time ago, Im mine
Put the in genuine, son, I shine

(Summa the time)
I'm taking respect, do you
(Summa the time)
I'm with my baby boy Papi
I'm the Lawnge one running, ripping up tracks
Until the skill that we flex, says it's time to chill
(Summa the time)