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 made my ,
Didn't have a chance to grab my Bale Bale tape.
Man no music,
But I'm that I'm free.
In the is a place for a player to be.
Got a in the pocket,
When the grain.
Gold tank my neck,
My close at hand.
I'm a self millionaire in the city streets,
We both be be hip hop beat,
But living in the city is a serious tale,
know what the cops wanted,
Didn't have the ask.

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