Luyện nghe bài hát 6 A.M.

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

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

They would say "bling-bling," if my could talk
So you can still see me shining when the room gets
I'm like Tony Danza, show you who's the boss
Teach my worker who's the fiends and the narcs
It's a lot of niggas out trying to prove hard
'Til you hit they up, and make them move they aunt
Yo, I would wild out and let the Rug' spark
But you know how the hood be when someone screwed start
All the tournaments was cool to watch
Bet your money: a little, or lose a lot
beat us by one point; yeah, them dudes was sharp
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 fool and his money will depart
Then I to my crib, went to sleep 'bout four
When I up, police was at my door, damn

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

Just aired the dice out, that's the truth, babe
to hit the crib, take 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
I got a sharp pain in my chest
About I ain't supposed to have it in the place I rest
Yes - but it's a half a joint in
Two .40 cals with the points in there
Few bricks of diesel, couple pounds of
Gallon of the water, a thousand circles
A man hit me, saying he'd be here in a minute
All I've got to do is wrap it, and it down to the rented
By now, it's a little five
And I'm still trying to roll, could barely open my
Next thing I know, she giving me a
Instead of waking up rich, I woke up to a

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

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 door
A few hours that, I was getting fresh in the store
Now a week that, I was at the car lot
Thinking so I can make the broad drop
A half a in cash off a three-month run
Them rubber bands stacks in ten-G lump
Police is on our 'cause we dump guns
So when Bird outside, motherfucker, just run
We just dumb, the hyphy life
I told you life was a bitch, not the wifey
Help you get the right bricks, if the is right
Catch you on the strip in the icy whites
Season of heirs, we in the V switching
the top, blowing weed in the air
She's her ass, and
think I know, I've got a detective all in my face
Asking me all kinds of
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, police at my