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 shit nigga, I was like what on man

Street lights are glowing, everyday's 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 work until I it, stack it until 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 straight out the gutter, without a question
Product of my surroundings, it clack it and and down him
All know is he missing, but niggaz ain't never found him
I'm sorry but still in yet, I don't it on regrets
I'm a killer, for realer this ain't a threat
I'm as as it gets, and my advice to you is live your life
And never when might, hit you under city lights
So get it (never know)
You never know when niggaz might, hit you under city get it right

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Lord forgive me, I know I ain't living right
Still I 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, under street lights

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Them folks got me the scope, cause I ain't living right
Still I ain't the one to provoke, dog you get it
20 inch shoes when I cruise, under them lights
Careful with the road I choose, you can lose your life
I'm praying and hoping, I never get caught in the
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, the streets lights meet
And my pop, was a stone
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
Still I'm po'ing the liquor, for niggaz who with us
Ery'body ain't a gangsta, every nigga a killa
Naw but them laws, tell ya the difference
So pay attention, or find yourself locked in prison this ain't man

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[Lil
Years have passed, and shit in the getting drastic
Two days ago, my got blasted
That's tragic, happened on my block
I'm feeling paranoid, laws might run in my
So I'm low key, and them folks don't know me
Slowly I ride through the city, stack mo'
I slide out, to the hideout and smoke on
Haters watching, my chest is like a snow-cone
But hold on, trash talking 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, always thinking
Don't get it twisted, I still got a right
But of the time, my nigga I'm on chill
It's real in the field, it's to get killed

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