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 lights are glowing, another struggle
And slowly in silence, steady making 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 live in
I work until I touch it, it until I need it
I spend it on what I want, and that's when I bleed it
The soldier could see me, as being some'ing that's lesser
A nigga straight out the gutter, murdered a question
Product of my surroundings, click it it and and down him
All they know is he missing, but niggaz ain't found him
I'm sorry but still in yet, I live it on regrets
I'm a motherfucking killer, for realer ain't a threat
I'm as gangsta as it gets, and my to you is live your life
And when niggaz might, hit you under city lights
So get it (never know)
You never know when niggaz might, hit you city lights get it right

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Lord forgive me, cause I know I living right
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 street

[Yung
folks 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 city 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 smoking not scoping
a nigga told me, you don't work you don't eat
So I'm slanging thangs for cheap, where the streets meet
And my pop, was a rolling
15 I was grown, 16 I was my own
Is it to sell you a dream, or sell you a zone
A long way home, on this road I roam
Still I'm po'ing the liquor, for niggaz who with us
Ery'body a gangsta, every nigga ain't a killa
Naw but them laws, couldn't ya the difference
So pay attention, or yourself locked in prison this ain't living man

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[Lil
Years have passed, and shit in the hood getting
Two days ago, my homegirl got
tragic, happened right on my block
I'm paranoid, laws might run in my spot
So I'm low key, and them folks don't know me
I ride through the city, stack mo' cheese
Then I slide out, to the hideout and on
Haters watching, my is froze like a snow-cone
But hold on, talking ain't my game
Rather pimp me a dame, or switch in a Range
Peep this it ain't a secret, them laws ain't
like to catch a late night, living 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
It's in the field, it's easy to get killed

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