Luyện nghe bài hát 5 A.M.

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

Niggas shit is sweet
But I aint too much talkin, I'mma let my heat speak
And don't get caught asleep with with 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 team
had to run up on him
A new asshole, they him

These opened up they 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, 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 your position
You was glisten, when a nigga like me had no pot to in

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

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

And I know it hurts Cheeks, I love my niggas
So my come first Cheeks, you feel me son?
Fuck the trips, fuck the and exotic 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 deal god, they hard to us
Be prepared to my nine bust
Took my brother from me, you know how deep the slum be
But youse afraid to even see

Ghetto and grimy, with chicks Timbs
The streets are dims, the heats on
The freak are pimps, the hood
Where niggas gotta lie to dough
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 of no hope 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 it, I'm glad that they hate it
them away, coin toss, throw her away
Put your clothes on trick, nobody you to stay, bitch!

[Mr.
My hot outta drips
Lead the hot stay chicks
The shorty toots 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., window crack my teeth grinnin
With the sight, straight
While I'm lookin at pretty women
the light, they lookin at me
Like niggas winnin, I know they hate me