Luyện nghe bài hát 6 A.M.

I asked him he wanted me to hustle up his bail, but he "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 say "bling-bling," if my jewels could talk
So you can see me shining when the room gets dark
I'm like Tony Danza, 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 out and let the Rug' just spark
But you know how the hood be someone screwed your start
All the basketball tournaments was to watch
Bet your 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 shoot up the
I of robbed your man if the fool was smart
But a fool and his money will 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, at my door
Six in the morning, at my door
Six in the morning, at my door

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

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

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