Luyện nghe bài hát 6'n The Morning

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

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