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 my escape ,
even have a chance 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,
When 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 living in the city is a serious tale,
Didn't know what the wanted,
Didn't have the ask.

See my boys cooling way, way out,
Told them bout my 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 started 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 alley streets.
But just living in the city is a tale,
The bitch didn't know hit her,
Didn't time to ask.
clock freaks with misfestior,
Rolling expedision with the interior.
grinding TV,
The was raw.
a left turn,
Was all burst.
a shocker was the driver.
On a tale,
Had the beeper going off like a high bell.
in the mirror,
did we see,
Fucking blue and no PD.
Pig search I 'cause the day was made,
a ozzoe 4 4 and a hand grenade.
They through us in the county-house wit block,
No freaks to see,no more shows to rock.
Didn't what no trouble,but the must fly,
them wit the fucking hatey,squab them in the eye.
But just in the city is a serious crime,
The nigga didn't know happened,didn't have time to
ask.