Luyện nghe bài hát 5 A.M.

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

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

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

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

[Mr.
Aiyo, niggas on the streets, 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 you god, this rap life 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 fuck the dumb shit, we spit slum shit
Yo what the fuck, is that the best a nigga with
I love the life, a gift to soak my right rhymes
I got a pint of henny backwards and a dime

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

[Mr.
Aiyo these niggas outline us
the deal god, they hard to find us
Be to feel my nine bust
Took my brother me, aiyo you know how deep the slum 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 livin
Where bummy gotta lie to dough
I'm not a pimp, but I still gotta buy them

[Mr.
a cold heart jeans, surrounded by the crack heads and dope fiends
The type of no seems, life stays in the mix
be judged 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 that they hate it
Blow away, coin toss, throw her away
Put your clothes on trick, told you to stay, bitch!

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

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