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 even have a to grab my Bale 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,
lease the grain.
Gold tank my neck,
My pistol at hand.
I'm a self millionaire in the city streets,
We both be be hip hop beat,
But just in the city is a serious tale,
Didn't what the cops wanted,
Didn't time the ask.

See my home boys way, way out,
Told them bout my morning "Bug them Out".
Shoot a dice till 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 pussy say we all are shit.
As we over to her,
The hoe to speak,
So we beat the down in the back alley streets.
But just in the city is a serious tale,
The didn't know what hit her,
Didn't time to ask.
clock freaks with misfestior,
Rolling expedision with the interior.
grinding TV,
The was raw.
Bust a 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 'cause the day was made,
a ozzoe 4 4 and a hand grenade.
They through us in the power wit block,
No freaks to see,no more shows to rock.
Didn't what no trouble,but the shit fly,
Squad wit the fucking hatey,squab them in the eye.
But just in the city is a serious crime,
The nigga didn't know what happened,didn't time to
ask.