Luyện nghe bài hát 5 A.M.

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

[Mr.
I hear talkin, we push the whips and still walkin
Yo nigga done, cousin stick 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, they play for 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, speaks
But it's showtime, they on line, che che che che
Listen, nigga play position
You was glisten, when a nigga like me had no pot to in

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

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

And I know it hurts Cheeks, I love my niggas
So my niggas come Cheeks, you feel 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 wanna outline us
What's the deal god, they to find us
Be prepared to my nine bust
Took my brother from me, aiyo you know how deep the be
But afraid to even come see

Ghetto and grimy, with chicks 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 hoes

[Mr.
Take a cold heart jeans, by the crack heads and dope fiends
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 it, I'm glad that they hate it
Blow them away, toss, throw her away
Put your on trick, nobody told you to stay, bitch!

[Mr.
My hot outta stay
the hot outta stay chicks
The shorty named toots 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 grinnin
With the sight, livin
While I'm at these pretty women
Crossin the light, lookin at me
Like this niggas winnin, I know hate me