Luyện nghe bài hát 6 A.M.

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

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

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

Just the dice 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
dropped off, so it can get knocked off
Then I got a sharp in my chest
About knowing I ain't supposed to have it in the I rest
Yes - but it's a half a in there
Two .40 with the hollow points in there
Few bricks of diesel, couple of purple
Gallon of the water, plus a thousand
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 to roll, could barely open my eyes
thing I know, she giving me a massage
Instead of up rich, I woke 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 in the morning, I was up in this broad
At four in the morning, we was out the door
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 off a three-month run
rubber bands stacks in ten-G lump sums
Police is on our 'cause we dump guns
So when Bird Gang's outside, motherfucker, run
We just dumb, like the hyphy
I you life was a bitch, not the wifey type
Help you get the right bricks, if the price is
Catch you standing on the strip in the icy
Season of heirs, we in the V switching
Dropping the top, blowing in the air
showing her ass, and
Next think I know, got a detective all in my face
Asking me all of questions
I don't shit but get my lawyer

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