Luyện nghe bài hát 6 In The Morning

[Intro:
good
Haha, wake your mother fuckin up
You us or what?
Well come on then, you know what it is
sleepin on my group bitch!

[Verse 1:
For whatever it's it's worth me havin my ass whipped
Cause I'ma have da last lips to ever kiss ass with ( )
I just can't get past these little
That be rauny bad asses so bad
And they so mad they can't it
Cause we can and they spit (Haawk)
And they can't it like a man
And when it just happens
And I snap and it's a wrap, and a scrap an then it isn't rap is it?
Hip-Hop a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit
Maybe I'm old but my pashion
Is to anyone 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 get's on the mic
Cause I'm tellin you right now not gonna like it
Cause if I get over the edge then I'm pullin you with me
You poke a at a pitbull you get bit B
These words stick to you like glue
When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like do fifty!
I'm the beatiful-est and your gonna miss me when I'm gone
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!)
I do with Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me?

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

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

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

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

4: Kuniva]
I walk with a limp, hangin off-a the hip
I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a
Your carcus is split even the is partially thick
We take you serious, you a comedy skit
You probaly wish you could be out shootin them G's
But the only thing you is the breeze
I can't believe you speaking on key's
But time we hear you kick it
The only thing that you is wolf tickets
I look cause niggas will test your nut sack
So when they bust you better back
And get guts clapped outa your stomach
And they want it (yeah)
I bring a hundred niggas runave
So get to and if you comin

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