Luyện nghe bài hát 6 A.M.

I him he wanted me to hustle up his bail, but he said "no"
He didn't give a damn anymore

Six in the morning, police at my
Six in the morning, police at my
Six in the morning, police at my
Six in the morning, police at my

They say "bling-bling," if my jewels could talk
So you can still see me shining when the room dark
I'm like Danza, I'll show you who's the boss
my worker who's the fiends and who's the narcs
It's a lot of niggas out trying to they hard
'Til you hit they cousin up, and make them they aunt
Yo, I would wild out and let the Rug' spark
But you know how the hood be when screwed your start
All the tournaments was cool to watch
Bet money: lose a little, or lose a lot
They beat us by one point; yeah, them dudes was
But I'm a sore loser, so I had to up the park
I wouldn't of robbed your man if the fool was
But a and his money will soon depart
Then I went to my crib, went to sleep 'bout
When I woke up, was at my door, damn

Six in the morning, police at my
Six in the morning, police at my
Six in the morning, police at my
Six in the morning, at my door

Just aired the game out, that's the truth, babe
'Bout to hit the crib, a shower, watch a bootleg
Glad nothing off, got to get the bag out of the crib
Goose off, so it can get knocked off
Then I got a sharp in my chest
About I ain't supposed to have it in the place I rest
Yes - but it's a half a in there
Two .40 cals the hollow points in there
Few bricks of diesel, pounds of purple
Gallon of the water, plus a thousand
A man hit me, saying that be here in a minute
All I've got to do is it, and bring it down to the rented
By now, it's a little five
And I'm still trying to roll, barely open my eyes
Next thing I know, she me a massage
Instead of waking up rich, I up to a surprise

Six in the morning, at my door
Six in the morning, police at my
Six in the morning, at my door
Six in the morning, police at my

It goes: "six in the morning, at my door"
At five in the morning, I was up in broad
At four in the morning, we was out the club
A few hours before that, I was getting in the store
Now a week that, I was at the car lot
Thinking convertible so I can the broad drop
A half a in cash off a three-month run
Them rubber bands stacks in ten-G sums
Police is on our back 'cause we guns
So when Gang's outside, motherfucker, just run
We dumb, like the hyphy life
I told you life was a bitch, not the type
Help you get the right bricks, if the is right
Catch you standing on the in the icy whites
Season of heirs, we in the V gears
Dropping the top, weed in the air
showing her ass, and
Next think I know, I've got a all in my face
Asking me all of questions
I don't shit but get my lawyer

Six in the morning, at my door
Six in the morning, police at my
Six in the morning, at my door
Six in the morning, at my door