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 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,
lease the grain.
Gold around my neck,
My close at hand.
I'm a self made millionaire in the streets,
We be controlled be hip hop beat,
But living in the city is a serious tale,
Didn't know the cops wanted,
Didn't time the ask.

See my boys cooling way, way out,
Told them my morning called "Bug them Out".
Shoot a little dice my legs got sore,
Kick around some stories the night before.
to the comma were the fly girls cheer,
Two freaks,
One got killed.
She started silly,
would not quit.
Called us all punk say we all are shit.
As we walked to her,
The hoe to speak,
So we beat the bitch in the back alley streets.
But just living in the is a serious tale,
The bitch didn't know hit her,
Didn't have to ask.
Continue clock with misfestior,
Rolling with the lether interior.
Wood TV,
The was raw.
Bust a 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 lights and no PD.
Pig I called 'cause the day was made,
Found a 4 4 and a hand grenade.
They through us in the county-house wit block,
No more freaks to see,no more to rock.
Didn't no trouble,but the shit must fly,
Squad them wit the fucking hatey,squab in the eye.
But just living in the is a serious crime,
The nigga didn't what happened,didn't have time to
ask.