Luyện nghe bài hát Six in the Morning

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

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

[Chorus:
Good mornin' everybody good
your shoes 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 leavin till 6 in the
So have a sing along with the words to the an
If you don't know the and you can't sing along then
like you know 'em motherfucker an join in
Everybody mornin'

2: Swifty]
Its in the media pitted me of a starter
In a party heat it's hard to keep me without 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 death prophet, you stop
You die quicker than mach speed bleedin
It ain't about you readin
When you meet me better speak like a greetins
Either that or we'll be free when
You need a 'E' just to speak shit!
Your leader is a bitch
Keep the heater where you can quick
I snipe you with it and we won't even it a secret
Nigga I did it from a mind of a mental
When glocks wave you can save that for satan
You

Eminem]
Good everybody good mornin'
Kick 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 till 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
like you know '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
the fuck did he say in his rap Em?'
I can see that he's just a
I mean these niggaz on me
Please I'm seeing
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple
Am I empty seein them white I emtpy out white to fight you
In front of every reporter that I like
No need for I get yours across when I write
So emotions 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 felt it this
on fellas, get up
We got to fight like Bugs last night of his come 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 carcus is split even the beef is thick
We can't you serious, you a comedy skit
You probaly wish that you 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 you kick it
The only thing that you sellin is wolf
I look cause niggas will test your nut sack
So when they bust you better bust
And get your guts outa your stomach
And they want it (yeah)
I a hundred niggas from runave
So get to and if you comin

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