Luyện nghe bài hát Street Lights

That's a set back, you I'm saying 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 slowly in silence, steady making sho' my hustle
Is air tight, these city streets is hectic gotta get it
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 what I want, re-up and that's I bleed it
The soldier could never see me, as some'ing that's lesser
A nigga straight out the gutter, murdered without a
Product of my surroundings, it clack it and and down him
All they is he missing, but niggaz ain't never found him
I'm but still in yet, I don't live it on regrets
I'm a motherfucking killer, for realer ain't a threat
I'm as gangsta as it gets, and my advice to you is live life
And never when might, hit you under city lights
So get it (never know)
You know when niggaz might, hit you under city lights get it right

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

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Them folks got me under the scope, cause I ain't right
Still I the one to provoke, dog you get it right
20 inch shoes I cruise, under them city lights
Careful with the road I choose, you can lose your life
I'm praying and hoping, I never get caught in the
Shot from a glock, smoking from not scoping
When a nigga me, you don't work you don't eat
So I'm thangs for cheap, where the streets 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 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 them laws, couldn't ya the difference
So pay attention, or find yourself in prison this ain't living man

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

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