Luyện nghe bài hát Six in the Morning

[Intro:
morning
Haha, wake your fuckin asses up
You us or what?
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 lips to ever kiss ass with ( kiss )
I just get past these little pissants
That be rauny bad asses so bad
And so mad they can't stand it
Cause we can and can't spit (Haawk)
And can't handle it like a man
And that's it just happens
And I snap and a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't rap is it?
Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore you got to go and resort back into that shit
I'm old fashioned but my pashion
Is to anyone rappin without havin a slappin
Believe me I'd rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now
But it all depends on how far it get's took on the mic
Cause I'm tellin you right now your not like it
Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm you with me
You poke a stick at a you get bit B
These words to you like crazy glue
When you diss me 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?

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

2: Swifty]
Its in the media pitted me of a beef
In a party with heat it's to keep me without one
Fuck snubs I'm clubs with a shotgun
Constantly slugs they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever concious
In a full of dark shit,
I'ma gothic prophet, you stop breathin
You die quicker than mach without bleedin
It ain't about you readin
When you meet me better 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 bitch
Keep the where you can reach quick
I snipe you it and we won't even keep it a secret
Nigga I did it from a mind of a patient
When glocks you can save that conversation for satan
You

[Chorus:
Good everybody good mornin'
your shoes 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 sing along with the words to the an
If you don't know the words and you can't sing along
Fake like you 'em motherfucker an join in
Everybody good

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

4: Kuniva]
I with a limp, pistol hangin off-a the hip
I'm awkward and enough an sick when sparkin a fith
Your carcus is even the beef is partially thick
We can't you serious, you a comedy skit
You probaly wish you could be out shootin them G's
But the only thing you is the breeze
I can't believe you speaking on movin
But every time we hear you it
The only thing that you sellin is tickets
I look wicked cause will test your nut sack
So when they you better bust back
And get your clapped outa your stomach
And when they it (yeah)
I bring a hundred niggas runave
So get to gunnin' and if you

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