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 worth it's worth me havin my ass whipped
Cause have da last lips to ever kiss ass with ( kiss )
I can't get past these little pissants
That wanna be bad asses so bad
And they so mad they can't it
Cause we can and can't spit (Haawk)
And they can't handle it a man
And that's when it just
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 when you got to go and resort back into that shit
I'm old fashioned but my pashion
Is to smash anyone rappin havin a slappin
me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now
But it all depends on just how far it took on the mic
I'm tellin you right now your not gonna like it
Cause if I get pushed over the then I'm pullin you with me
You poke a at a pitbull you get bit B
These words to you like crazy glue
When you diss me cause just bounce off me like bullets do fifty!
I'm the beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a acci-dently (argghhh!!)
I do this Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me?

Eminem]
Good mornin' good mornin'
Kick your shoes off mother come on in
we get it on until the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the
So have a sing along with the words to the an
If you don't know the words and you can't 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 heat it's hard to keep me without one
Fuck I'm walkin clubs with a shotgun
Constantly popin they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to ain't concious
In a full of dark shit,
I'ma gothic prophet, you stop breathin
You die quicker mach speed without bleedin
It ain't about what you
When you me better speak like a season's greetins
Either that or be beefin free when
You niggaz need a 'E' just to shit!
Your is a botique bitch
Keep the heater you can reach quick
I snipe you with it and we even keep it a secret
Nigga I did it from a of a mental 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 until the of dawn an
Wake 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 and you can't sing along then
Fake you know 'em motherfucker an join in
Everybody mornin'

[Verse 3: Kon
Yo yo I heard you niggas don't us
But so this beef is like
'What the did he say in his rap Em?'
I can see he's just a punk
I mean niggaz squeeze on me
Please I'm seeing
I need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
Am I empty seein them white I emtpy out them to fight you
In front of every reporter I don't like
No for metaphores I get yours 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 self destruct
I've never it this much
on fellas, get up
We got to fight like last night 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
Your carcus is split even the beef is partially
We take you serious, you a comedy skit
You probaly wish that you could be out them G's
But the thing you shoot is the breeze
I can't you speaking on movin key's
But every time we hear you it
The only thing that you sellin is wolf
I look cause niggas will test your nut sack
So when they bust you bust back
And get your clapped outa your stomach
And when they it (yeah)
I a hundred niggas from runave
So get to gunnin' and if you

[Chorus:
Good mornin' everybody good
Kick your shoes off fuckers come on in
we get it on until the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up quit yawnin
we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have a sing along with the 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
good mornin'