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 straight chips, hot
We got no for these dicks
(Push the hot whips)
Burn trees, hennecy
I die you'll remember me
So when die you'll remember me
This be some real life ghetto

Niggas thinkin shit is
But I aint too much talkin, I'mma let my heat speak
And don't get caught asleep with some with a
the chicks I deal with give 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 team they
had to run up on him
A new asshole, chon him

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

[Mr.
Aiyo, niggas on the streets, speaks
But when showtime, they on line, che che che che
Listen, play your position
You was glisten, when a like me had no pot to piss in

Yo I you god, this rap life shit is really hard
I spent my money at the bar, but I be large
Charge cards, garage for my truck
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 nigga 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 niggas come first Cheeks, you me son?
the trips, fuck the whips and exotic women
Let's stack the 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 feel my bust
Took my brother from me, aiyo you how deep the slum be
But youse to even come see

Ghetto and grimy, with chicks with
The are dims, the heats on hits
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 heart 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, mad 'cause I made it, I'm glad that they hate it
Blow them away, toss, throw her away
Put your clothes on trick, told you to stay, bitch!

[Mr.
My hot stay drips
Lead the hot stay chicks
The shorty named toots 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 with my grinnin
the sight, straight livin
While I'm lookin at these pretty
Crossin the light, lookin at me
this niggas winnin, I know they hate me