Luyện nghe bài hát 5 A.M.

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

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

[Mr.
I hear talkin, we push the whips and still walkin
Yo nigga done, cousin 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 cheeks, deep note they meat
Whatever, they play for keeps just to some fresh feet
The streets, we the streets, we gotta hold heat
No matter where we go, never if we got beef

[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, a nigga like me had no pot to piss in

Yo I feel you god, this rap life is really hard
I spent my money at the bar, but I still be
cards, your garage for my truck
My cellys off the nuts, yo Cheeks the fuck up!

[Mr.
Yo the dumb shit, we spit official slum shit
Yo what the fuck, is that the best a come with
I love the night life, a gift to soak my rhymes
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 and exotic women
Let's stack the dough so we can see ya niggas out of
We 'em

[Mr.
Aiyo these wanna outline us
the deal god, they hard to find us
Be prepared to feel my 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 bummy niggas gotta lie to
I'm not a pimp, but I gotta buy them hoes

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

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

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

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