Luyện nghe bài hát Street Lights

That's a set back, you know I'm man
Lil' Red, way in the motherfucking cut man
Nigga was like shit nigga, I was like come on man

Street are glowing, everyday's another struggle
And moving slowly in silence, steady sho' my hustle
Is air tight, these city streets is gotta get it here
Tomorrow ain't a promise to me, so I don't in fear
I work until I touch it, it until I need it
I spend it on I want, re-up and that's when I bleed it
The soldier could never see me, as some'ing that's lesser
A nigga out the gutter, murdered without a question
Product of my surroundings, click it it and and down him
All know is he missing, but niggaz ain't never found him
I'm sorry but in yet, I don't live it on regrets
I'm a motherfucking killer, for this ain't a threat
I'm as gangsta as it gets, and my advice to you is live your
And never when might, hit you under city lights
So get it (never know)
You never know when niggaz might, hit you under city lights get it

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Lord me, cause I know I ain't living right
I gotta make some'ing happen, under them street lights
But pay attention, let me show you what my like
You can get your days cut short, them street lights

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Them folks got me under the scope, I ain't living right
Still I ain't the one to provoke, dog you get it
20 inch shoes I cruise, under them city lights
Careful with the road I choose, cause you can lose your
I'm and hoping, I never get caught in the moment
Shot from a glock, that's smoking from not
When a nigga me, you don't work you don't eat
So I'm slanging thangs for cheap, the streets lights meet
And my pop, was a rolling
15 I was grown, 16 I was my own
Is it wrong to sell you a dream, or sell you a
A way from home, on this road I roam
Still I'm po'ing the liquor, for who ain't with us
Ery'body ain't a gangsta, nigga ain't a killa
Naw but laws, couldn't tell ya the difference
So pay attention, or find locked in prison this ain't living man

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have passed, and shit in the hood getting drastic
Two ago, my homegirl got blasted
That's tragic, happened on my block
I'm feeling paranoid, laws run in my spot
So I'm low key, and them folks don't know me
Slowly I through the city, stack mo' cheese
Then I slide out, to the hideout and on
Haters watching, my chest is like a snow-cone
But hold on, trash talking ain't my
Rather me a dame, or switch lanes in a Range
Peep this it ain't a secret, laws ain't right
They like to catch a late night, living the
That's why I'm on top of my game, thinking twice
get it twisted, I still got a mean right
But of the time, my nigga I'm on chill
real in the field, it's easy to get killed

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