Luyện nghe bài hát Street Lights

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

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

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

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

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[Lil
Years have passed, and shit in the hood getting
Two ago, my homegirl got blasted
That's tragic, right on my block
I'm feeling paranoid, laws run in my spot
So I'm living low key, and them folks know me
I ride 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 my game
Rather pimp me a dame, or switch lanes in a
Peep it ain't a secret, them laws ain't right
They to catch a late night, living the life
why I'm on top of my game, always thinking twice
Don't get it twisted, I got a mean right
But of the time, my nigga I'm on chill
It's real in the field, easy to get killed

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