Luyện nghe bài hát 5 A.M.

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It's be real life ghetto shit
Be couple grounds, close while niggas 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 is sweet
But I aint with too much talkin, I'mma let my heat
And don't get caught asleep with some a freak
'cause the chicks I deal with give me everything cheap,

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

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

[Mr.
Aiyo, niggas on the streets, nobody
But when showtime, they on line, che che che che
Listen, nigga your position
You was glisten, a nigga like me had no pot to piss in

Yo I feel you god, this rap life shit is 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 a nigga come with
I love the night life, a gift to soak my rhymes
I got a pint of henny and a light dime

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

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

Ghetto and grimy, chicks with Timbs
The streets are dims, the heats on
The freak are pimps, the hood
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 hope seems, life in the mix
be judged by twelve, then carried by six
I the fix

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

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

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