Luyện nghe bài hát Six in the Morning

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

[Verse 1:
For whatever it's worth it's worth me my ass whipped
Cause I'ma have da last lips to ever ass with ( kiss )
I can't get past these little pissants
wanna be rauny bad asses so bad
And so mad they can't stand it
Cause we can and they spit (Haawk)
And they can't handle it a man
And that's when it happens
And I snap and it's a wrap, and a scrap an then it isn't rap is it?
Hip-Hop a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit
Maybe I'm old fashioned but my
Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a
Believe me I'd much 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 now your not gonna like it
Cause if I get over the edge then I'm pullin you with me
You poke a at a pitbull you get bit B
These words stick to you like glue
When you diss me cause they just bounce off me bullets do fifty!
I'm the beatiful-est thing and your gonna 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, Bizzy & are you with me?

[Chorus:
mornin' everybody good mornin'
Kick your off mother fuckers come on in
Cause we get it on until the of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers yawnin
Cause we ain't till 6 in the mornin
So a sing along with 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
Everybody mornin'

2: Swifty]
Its in the media pitted me of a starter
In a party with heat it's hard to keep me one
Fuck I'm walkin clubs with a shotgun
popin slugs they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever concious
In a house of dark shit,
I'ma gothic prophet, you stop breathin
You die quicker than mach speed bleedin
It ain't what you readin
When you meet me better speak a season's greetins
that or we'll be beefin free when
You need a 'E' just to speak shit!
leader is a botique bitch
Keep the heater where you can quick
I snipe you with it and we won't keep it a secret
Nigga I did it from a of a mental patient
When glocks wave you can save that conversation for
You

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

3: Kon Artis]
Yo yo I you niggas don't like us
But so what this beef is
the fuck did he say in his rap Em?'
I can see that he's just a
I mean niggaz squeeze on me
Please I'm guts
I don't need no enemies, as my family a trucks
Am I empty seein 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 emotions to say "fuck you bitch, shit I don't like you, WHAT!"
I might as well this up like heavy sales
And just fuck an leave D12 and blunt
We self destruct
never felt it this much
on fellas, get up
We got to fight like Bugs last of his life come on

[Verse 4:
I walk a limp, pistol hangin off-a the hip
I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a
carcus is split even the beef is partially thick
We can't take you serious, you a skit
You probaly wish that you be out shootin them G's
But the only thing you is the breeze
I can't you speaking on movin key's
But time we hear you kick it
The only thing that you sellin is tickets
I look wicked cause niggas will test your nut
So when they bust you better bust
And get your clapped outa your stomach
And when want it (yeah)
I bring a niggas from runave
So get to gunnin' and if you

Eminem]
Good mornin' good mornin'
your shoes off mother fuckers come on in
Cause we get it on until the of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the
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 like you 'em motherfucker an join in
good mornin'