Luyện nghe bài hát 5 A.M.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Mr.
Aiyo these niggas wanna us
What's the deal god, they hard to us
Be prepared to feel my nine
Took my brother me, aiyo you know how deep the slum be
But youse afraid to come see

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

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

Chicks so intimited, cause I'm not
Hey yo, they mad 'cause I made it, I'm glad that they it
Blow them away, coin toss, throw her
Put your clothes on trick, told you to stay, bitch!

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

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