Luyện nghe bài hát 6 In The Morning

[Intro:
mornin
Haha, wake your mother asses up
Yo is the what?
Well come on then, you know time it is
Stop sleepin on my bitch!

1: Eminem]
For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my ass
Cause I'ma have the last to ever kiss ass with
I just can't get past little pissants
That wanna be rauny bad so bad
And so mad they can't stand it
Cause we can and can't spit (Haawk)
And they can't it like a man
And that's when it happens
And I snap and it's a wrap, and a scrap an then it isn't rap is it?
Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and back into that shit
Maybe I'm old but my pashion
Is to smash rappin without havin to sslap em
Believe me I'd much rather up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now
But it all depends on just how far it took on the mic
Cause I'm tellin you right now your not gonna it
Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you me
You poke a at a pit bull you get bit bB
These words to you like crazy glue
When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like do fifty!
I'm the beatiful-est thing and your gonna me when I'm gone
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!)
I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & are you with me?

Eminem]
Come on an everybody on an
Kick your shoes off fuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of an
Wake your ass up quit yawnin
Cause we ain't till 6 in the mornin
So sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em join in
come on an

[Verse 2:
Its in the media pitted me of a beef
In a party with heat it's hard to me without one
Fuck I'm walkin gloves with a shotgun
popin slugs they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't
In a full of dog shit,
I'ma gothic death project, you stop
You die quicker than mach speed bleedin
It ain't about what you
you meet me better speak like a season's greetins
Either that or we'll be beefin free
You niggaz a 'E' just to speak shit!
leader is a botique bitch
Keep the where you can reach quick
I snipe you with it and we won't keep it a secret
Nigga I did it from a of a mental patient
When glocks wave you can that conversation for satan
You

[Chorus:
on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off come on an
we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers yawnin
we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't along an
Fake like you 'em motherfuckin join in
come on an

[Verse 3:
Yo yo I heard you niggas don't us
But so what beef is like
the fuck did he say in his rap Em?'
I can see he's just a punk
I mean niggaz squeeze on me
I'm seeing guts
I need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
Am I seein them white I emtpy out them white to fight you
In front of reporter that I don't like
No need for I get yours across when I write
So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't you, WHAT!"
I might as well give this up like heavy
And fuck an leave D12 and this blunt
We can't self
I've never it this much
on fellas, get up
We got to fight like Bugs night of his life

4: Kon Artis]
I walk with a limp, pistol off-a the hip
I'm awkward and quick enough an sick sparkin a fith
Your carcus is split the beef is partially thick
We can't take you serious, you a skit
You wish that you could be out shootin them G's
But the thing you shoot is the breeze
I can't believe you speaking on movin
But time we hear you kick it
The only you sellin is wolf tickets
I look wicked cause niggas will test your nut
So when they bust you bust back
And get your guts clapped outa your
And when they it (yeah)
I bring a hundred from runave
So get your gun and if you

Eminem]
Come on an everybody on an
Kick your shoes off come on an
we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up mother quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the
So sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em join in
Everybody on an