Luyện nghe bài hát 5 A.M.

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

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

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

These chicks opened up they cheeks, deep note meat
Whatever, they play for keeps just to keep fresh feet
The streets, we from the streets, we gotta hold
No matter where we go, know if we got beef

[Mr.
Aiyo, niggas on the streets, nobody
But when it's showtime, 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 shit is really hard
I spent my money at the bar, but I be large
Charge cards, your for my truck
My cellys off the nuts, yo Cheeks wake the up!

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

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

[Mr.
these niggas wanna outline 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 to even come see

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

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

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

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

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