Luyện nghe bài hát 5 A.M.

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It's be them real life shit
Be couple grounds, listen close while run it down
not to be played, '99 straight chips, hot chicks
We got no time for these
(Push the hot whips)
Burn trees, hennecy
I die you'll remember me
So when I'll die you'll me
This be some real life ghetto

Niggas thinkin shit is
But I aint with too much talkin, I'mma let my heat
And don't get caught with some with a freak
'cause the chicks I with give me everything cheap, chief

[Mr.
I hear them talkin, we the whips and still walkin
Yo this nigga done, stick a fork in him
Try to warn him, my brother and they team they
had to run up on him
A new asshole, chon him

These chicks opened up they cheeks, deep they meat
Whatever, they play for keeps just to keep some fresh
The streets, we from the streets, we gotta hold
No matter where we go, never know if we got

[Mr.
Aiyo, on the streets, nobody speaks
But it's showtime, they on line, che che che che
Listen, nigga play your
You was glisten, when a nigga like me had no pot to in

Yo I feel you god, this rap shit is really hard
I spent my at the bar, but I still be large
Charge cards, your garage for my
My cellys off the nuts, yo wake the fuck up!

[Mr.
Yo the dumb shit, we spit official slum shit
Yo the fuck, is that the best a nigga come with
I love the night life, a gift to soak my right
I got a of henny backwards and a light dime

And I that it hurts Cheeks, I love my niggas
So my niggas come first Cheeks, you feel me
Fuck the trips, fuck the whips and exotic
Let's stack the dough so we can see ya out of prison
We 'em

[Mr.
these niggas wanna outline us
What's the god, they hard to find us
Be prepared to my nine bust
Took my brother from me, aiyo you know how deep the be
But youse to even come see

Ghetto and grimy, with chicks Timbs
The are dims, the heats on hits
The freak are pimps, the hood
Where niggas gotta lie to dough
I'm not a pimp, but I still gotta buy them

[Mr.
Take a cold heart jeans, surrounded by the crack heads and dope
The type of no hope seems, life in the mix
Rather be by twelve, then carried by six
I the fix

Chicks so intimited, I'm not innovative
Hey yo, they mad 'cause I made it, I'm that they hate it
Blow them away, toss, throw her away
Put clothes on trick, nobody told you to stay, bitch!

[Mr.
My hot stay drips
Lead the hot outta chicks
The shorty named toots the six
Love to shake her shimmy, seen her one night, me and
Aiyo some more she give me?

And you can me in the city spinnin
5 A.M., window crack with my teeth
With the sight, straight
While I'm lookin at these women
Crossin the light, they at me
Like this niggas winnin, I know hate me