Luyện nghe bài hát 6 In The Morning

[Intro:
morning
Haha, wake mother fuckin asses up
You with us or
Well come on then, you know what it is
Stop sleepin on my bitch!

1: Eminem]
For whatever it's worth it's worth me my ass whipped
Cause I'ma have da last lips to ever kiss ass ( kiss )
I can't get past these little pissants
That wanna be bad asses so bad
And so mad they can't stand it
we can and they can't spit (Haawk)
And they handle it like a man
And that's when it just
And I snap and it's a wrap, and a scrap an then it isn't rap is it?
isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit
Maybe I'm old but my pashion
Is to smash rappin without havin a slappin
Believe me I'd much rather pick up a 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 now your not gonna like it
if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me
You poke a at a pitbull you get bit B
These stick to you like crazy glue
When you me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty!
I'm the beatiful-est and your gonna miss me when I'm gone
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a acci-dently (argghhh!!)
I do with Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me?

Eminem]
Good everybody good mornin'
Kick shoes off mother fuckers come on in
Cause we get it on the break of dawn an
your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't till 6 in the mornin
So have a sing along the words to the song an
If you don't know the and you can't sing along then
Fake like you 'em motherfucker an join in
Everybody mornin'

2: Swifty]
Its in the media me of a beef starter
In a party with heat it's hard to me without one
snubs I'm walkin clubs with a shotgun
Constantly popin slugs hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to ain't concious
In a full of dark shit,
I'ma gothic prophet, you stop breathin
You die quicker than speed without bleedin
It ain't about you readin
When you meet me better speak like a season's
Either that or be beefin free when
You niggaz need a 'E' just to shit!
Your leader is a bitch
Keep the heater where you can quick
I snipe you it and we won't even keep it a secret
Nigga I did it from a of a mental patient
When glocks wave you can save conversation for satan
You

[Chorus:
Good mornin' everybody good
Kick your shoes off fuckers come on in
Cause we get it on until the break of an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers yawnin
Cause we ain't till 6 in the mornin
So a sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words and you can't sing along
Fake like you know 'em an join in
good mornin'

[Verse 3: Kon
Yo yo I you niggas don't like us
But so this beef is like
'What the fuck did he say in his rap
I can see he's just a punk
I mean these squeeze on me
Please I'm guts
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple
Am I empty seein them I emtpy out them white to fight you
In front of every reporter I don't like
No need for metaphores I get yours across I write
So enough to say "fuck you bitch, shit I don't like you, WHAT!"
I might as well give up like heavy sales
And just fuck an D12 and this blunt
We can't destruct
I've never felt it much
on fellas, get up
We got to fight Bugs last night of his life come on

[Verse 4:
I walk a limp, pistol hangin off-a the hip
I'm awkward and quick an sick when sparkin a fith
Your carcus is split even the beef is partially
We can't take you serious, you a comedy
You probaly wish that you could be out them G's
But the thing you shoot is the breeze
I can't believe you on movin key's
But every time we you kick it
The thing that you sellin is wolf tickets
I look wicked cause niggas test your nut sack
So when bust you better bust back
And get guts clapped outa your stomach
And when want it (yeah)
I bring a hundred niggas runave
So get to gunnin' and if you

Eminem]
Good mornin' everybody good
your shoes off mother fuckers come on in
Cause we get it on the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up quit yawnin
Cause we leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have a sing along with the words to the an
If you don't know the and you can't sing along then
Fake you know 'em motherfucker an join in
Everybody good