Luyện nghe bài hát Summa Tha Time

We like up the spot
(Summa the time)
known for fronting, not
(Summa the time)
We give our shows all we got, wreck the stage and lots us
the sun because were hot, hot

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

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

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

Now in the Nineties, as months go where the hour went
I stack mint and think of Black empowerment
I think and black child to raise together
I think about the winter knowing nothing last

In this world things at the drop of a dime
Some things happen at all, and yes yall

(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 your port, I'm it in your court
Me taking the shorts? I'm the for'ps, child please

Some of the time I'm with my crew, some of the I'm not
down the block, blowing up the spot
But only when it's hot do I see nuff niggas at me
Displaying signs of jealousy, it they're still Black 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 theyre dead
To it may concern, yo, dont even try, kid
Because you couldn't see me even if I was eyelid

When I rhyme for the summertime, I can
Bring more relief from grief the Icy man
Be it your front yard, your stoop or
Like the Kackalackan sun, I'm to scorch

I know it was about time we the now, oh gosh
We got more niggas rolling up than at the car wash
Yeah, we're to tan that ass like the summer sun
For the nigga that tried to dis us, we know the dumber one

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

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

It's the summer blitz, with pretty lips
Bros with or without doe for hits
Yo, check one, be no other heap topping
I rock a flock and mock, Sheep, Sheep

Sonny, can you me? Honey, I be fly
Money making, really a ribbon in the sky
For One Love, I'm kicking my diction the fiction
thought me hiking and fishing

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

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

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

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