Luyện nghe bài hát Six in the Morning

[Intro:
morning
Haha, wake your mother asses up
You with us or
Well come on then, you know what it is
sleepin on my group bitch!

[Verse 1:
For whatever worth it's worth me havin my ass whipped
Cause I'ma have da last lips to kiss ass with ( kiss )
I just get past these little pissants
That wanna be rauny bad so bad
And so mad they can't stand it
we can and they can't spit (Haawk)
And they can't handle it a man
And that's when it happens
And I and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't rap is it?
Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back that shit
Maybe I'm old fashioned but my
Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a
Believe me I'd much rather pick up a than a pistol but I'm pissed now
But it all depends on just how far it get's on the mic
Cause I'm you right now your not gonna like it
if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me
You poke a stick at a you get bit B
These words stick to you like glue
you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty!
I'm the beatiful-est thing and your miss me when I'm gone
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!)
I do this with Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, & Proof are you with me?

Eminem]
Good mornin' good mornin'
Kick your off mother fuckers come on in
Cause we get it on the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin 6 in the mornin
So have a along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words and you can't along then
Fake like you 'em motherfucker an join in
Everybody mornin'

2: Swifty]
Its in the media me of a beef starter
In a with heat it's hard to keep me without one
snubs I'm walkin clubs with a shotgun
Constantly popin slugs they hot son, not run
The of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious
In a house of dark shit,
I'ma gothic prophet, you stop breathin
You die than mach speed without bleedin
It ain't about what you
When you meet me speak like a season's greetins
that or we'll be beefin free when
You need a 'E' just to speak shit!
Your leader is a botique
Keep the heater where you can quick
I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a
Nigga I did it from a mind of a patient
When glocks you can save that conversation for satan
You

[Chorus:
Good mornin' everybody mornin'
your shoes off mother fuckers come on in
Cause we get it on the break of dawn an
your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin 6 in the mornin
So have a sing along with the words to the an
If you don't know the words and you can't sing then
Fake like you 'em motherfucker an join in
Everybody good

3: Kon Artis]
Yo yo I heard you niggas don't us
But so this beef is like
'What the fuck did he say in his rap
I can see that he's a punk
I mean niggaz squeeze on me
Please I'm guts
I don't no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
Am I empty seein them I emtpy out them white to fight you
In front of every reporter I don't like
No need for metaphores I get yours across I write
So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, shit I like you, WHAT!"
I might as well give this up heavy sales
And just an leave D12 and this blunt
We can't self
never felt it this much
on fellas, get up
We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life on

[Verse 4:
I walk with a limp, hangin off-a the hip
I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when a fith
Your is split even the beef is partially thick
We can't you serious, you a comedy skit
You probaly that you could be out shootin them G's
But the only thing you is the breeze
I believe you speaking on movin key's
But every we hear you kick it
The only that you sellin is wolf tickets
I look cause niggas will test your nut sack
So they bust you better bust back
And get your guts clapped outa stomach
And they want it (yeah)
I bring a hundred niggas from
So get to and if you comin

Eminem]
Good mornin' good mornin'
Kick your shoes off mother fuckers on in
we get it on until the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up quit yawnin
Cause we leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have a sing along the words to the song an
If you don't know the words and you can't sing along
Fake you know 'em motherfucker an join in
Everybody mornin'