Luyện nghe bài hát 5 A.M.

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

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

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

[Mr.
Aiyo, on the streets, nobody speaks
But when it's showtime, 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 feel you god, this rap life shit is 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 official slum shit
Yo what the fuck, is that the best a nigga with
I love the night life, a gift to soak my right
I got a of henny backwards and a light dime

And I that it hurts Cheeks, I love my niggas
So my niggas come first Cheeks, you feel me
Fuck the trips, fuck the and exotic women
stack 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 to find us
Be to feel my nine bust
Took my brother me, aiyo you know how deep the slum be
But youse afraid to even see

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

[Mr.
Take a cold jeans, surrounded 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, mad 'cause I made it, I'm glad that they hate it
Blow away, coin toss, throw her away
Put clothes on trick, nobody told you to stay, bitch!

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

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