Luyện nghe bài hát 6'n The Morning

6'N The Morning,
at my door,
Fresh Nike sneakers cross my floor.
Out my window,
I made my ,
even have a chance to grab my Bale Bale tape.
Man no music,
But I'm that I'm free.
In the streets is a for a player to be.
Got a in the pocket,
When the grain.
Gold around my neck,
My pistol at hand.
I'm a self made millionaire in the streets,
We both be be hip hop beat,
But just living in the is a serious tale,
Didn't know what the wanted,
Didn't time the ask.

See my home cooling way, way out,
them bout my morning called "Bug them Out".
Shoot a little dice till my got sore,
Kick some stories bout the night before.
True to the comma were the fly cheer,
Two freaks,
One got killed.
She acting silly,
Simply not quit.
Called us all punk say we all are shit.
As we over to her,
The hoe to speak,
So we beat the bitch down in the back streets.
But just living in the city is a tale,
The bitch know what hit her,
Didn't have to ask.
Continue clock freaks misfestior,
Rolling expedision the lether interior.
grinding TV,
The was raw.
Bust a turn,
Was all burst.
Took a was the driver.
On a tale,
Had the beeper off like a high school bell.
in the mirror,
did we see,
Fucking blue and no PD.
Pig search I called the day was made,
Found a ozzoe 4 4 and a grenade.
They us in the county-house power wit block,
No more freaks to see,no shows to rock.
Didn't no trouble,but the shit must fly,
Squad wit the fucking hatey,squab them in the eye.
But just living in the city is a crime,
The nigga didn't know what happened,didn't time to
ask.