Luyện nghe bài hát 6'n The Morning

6'N The Morning,
at my door,
Fresh sneakers cross my bedroom floor.
Out my window,
I my escape ,
Didn't even have a chance to grab my Bale tape.
Man no music,
But I'm happy I'm free.
In the streets is a place for a 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 the cops wanted,
Didn't time the ask.

See my boys cooling way, way out,
Told bout my morning called "Bug them Out".
a little dice till my legs got sore,
Kick around some bout the night before.
to the comma were the fly girls cheer,
Two freaks,
One got killed.
She acting silly,
would 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 time to ask.
Continue clock with misfestior,
Rolling expedision with the interior.
grinding TV,
The was raw.
a left 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 lights and no PD.
Pig I called 'cause the day was made,
a ozzoe 4 4 and a hand grenade.
They us in the county-house power wit block,
No more freaks to see,no shows to rock.
what no trouble,but the shit must fly,
Squad them wit the hatey,squab them in the eye.
But just living in the is a serious crime,
The nigga know what happened,didn't have time to
ask.