Luyện nghe bài hát 6 A.M.

I him he wanted me to hustle up his bail, but he said "no"
He just give a damn anymore

Six in the morning, police at my
Six in the morning, at my door
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 dark
I'm like Tony Danza, I'll show you the boss
my worker who's the fiends and who's the narcs
It's a lot of niggas out to prove they hard
'Til you hit they cousin up, and make them move aunt
Yo, I would wild out and let the Rug' spark
But you know how the hood be when someone your start
All the basketball was cool to watch
Bet money: lose a little, or lose a lot
They beat us by one 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 was smart
But a and his money will soon depart
Then I went to my crib, went to 'bout four
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, at my door
Six in the morning, police at my

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

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

It goes: "six in the morning, at my door"
At in the morning, I was up in this broad
At four in the morning, we was out the club
A few before that, I was getting fresh in the store
Now a week that, I was at the car lot
Thinking convertible so I can make the drop
A half a mill in cash off a run
rubber bands stacks in ten-G lump sums
Police is on our back we dump guns
So when Gang's outside, motherfucker, just run
We just dumb, like the life
I you life was a bitch, not the wifey type
Help you get the bricks, if the price is right
Catch you standing on the strip in the icy
Season of heirs, we in the V switching
the top, blowing weed in the air
She's her ass, and
Next think I know, got a detective all in my face
Asking me all kinds of
I don't know but get my lawyer

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