Luyện nghe bài hát 5 A.M.

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

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

[Mr.
I hear them talkin, we the whips and still walkin
Yo this nigga done, stick 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 they
Whatever, they for keeps just to keep some fresh feet
The streets, we the streets, we gotta hold heat
No where 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, play your position
You was glisten, when a nigga like me had no pot to in

Yo I you god, this rap life shit is really hard
I my money at the bar, but I still be large
Charge cards, your garage for my
My off the nuts, yo Cheeks wake the fuck 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 night life, a gift to my right rhymes
I got a pint of henny backwards and a dime

And I know that it hurts Cheeks, I my niggas
So my niggas first Cheeks, you feel me son?
Fuck the trips, fuck the whips and exotic
Let's stack the 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 prepared to feel my nine
my brother from me, aiyo you know how deep the slum be
But youse afraid to come see

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

[Mr.
Take a cold heart jeans, by the crack heads and dope fiends
The type of no hope seems, stays 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 '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 outta drips
Lead the hot stay chicks
The shorty toots push the six
to shake her shimmy, seen her one night, me and Bimmy
Aiyo some more she wanna me?

And you can catch me in the spinnin
5 A.M., window crack with my teeth
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