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 shit nigga, I was like what on man

Street lights are glowing, another struggle
And moving 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 live in fear
I until I touch it, stack it until I need it
I spend it on what I want, re-up and that's when I it
The soldier could see me, as being some'ing that's lesser
A nigga straight out the gutter, murdered a question
of my surroundings, click it clack it and and down him
All they know is he missing, but niggaz never found him
I'm sorry but still in yet, I live it on regrets
I'm a killer, for realer this 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 never know when might, hit you under city lights get it right

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

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Them folks got me under the scope, cause I living right
I ain't the one to provoke, dog you get it right
20 shoes when I cruise, under them city lights
Careful with the I choose, cause you can lose your life
I'm praying and hoping, I get caught in the moment
Shot a glock, that's smoking from not scoping
When a nigga told me, you work you don't eat
So I'm slanging thangs for cheap, where the 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 you a zone
A long way from home, on road I roam
I'm po'ing the liquor, for niggaz who ain't with us
Ery'body ain't a gangsta, every nigga ain't a
Naw but them laws, couldn't ya the difference
So pay attention, or find yourself locked in prison this ain't man

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have passed, and shit in the hood getting drastic
Two days ago, my got blasted
That's tragic, happened on my block
I'm paranoid, laws might run in my spot
So I'm living low key, and them don't know me
I ride through the city, stack mo' cheese
Then I out, to the hideout and smoke on
Haters watching, my chest is froze a snow-cone
But hold on, trash ain't my game
Rather pimp me a dame, or lanes in a Range
Peep this it a secret, them 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
Don't get it twisted, I got a mean right
But of the time, my nigga I'm on chill
It's in the field, it's easy to get killed

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