Luyện nghe bài hát 5 A.M.

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

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

[Mr.
I hear talkin, we push 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 up they cheeks, deep note they meat
Whatever, play for keeps just to keep some fresh feet
The streets, we the streets, we gotta hold heat
No matter 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, play your position
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 money at the bar, but I still be
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 what the fuck, is that the best a nigga come
I the night 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 first Cheeks, you feel me
Fuck the trips, fuck the whips and exotic
Let's stack the dough so we can see ya niggas out of
We 'em

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

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

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

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

[Mr.
My hot stay drips
Lead the hot outta chicks
The named toots push the six
to shake her shimmy, seen her one night, me and Bimmy
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, livin
While I'm at these pretty women
the light, they lookin at me
Like this niggas winnin, I know hate me