Luyện nghe bài hát Street Lights

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

Street lights are glowing, everyday's another
And moving slowly in silence, steady sho' my hustle
Is air tight, city streets is hectic gotta get it here
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 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 ain't never found him
I'm sorry but still in yet, I don't live it on
I'm a motherfucking killer, for realer this ain't a
I'm as gangsta as it gets, and my to you is live your life
And never when niggaz might, hit you under city
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, cause I I ain't living right
Still I gotta make happen, under them street lights
But pay attention, let me show you what my like
You can get your days cut short, them street lights

Redd]
Them folks got me the scope, cause I ain't living right
I ain't the one to provoke, dog you get it right
20 inch shoes when I cruise, under them city
Careful with the road I choose, cause you can your life
I'm and hoping, I never get caught in the moment
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 for cheap, where the streets lights meet
And my pop, was a rolling
15 I was grown, 16 I was my own
Is it wrong to you a dream, or sell you a zone
A long way from home, on road I roam
Still I'm po'ing the liquor, for who ain't with us
Ery'body a gangsta, every nigga ain't a killa
Naw but laws, couldn't tell ya the difference
So pay attention, or find yourself in prison this ain't living man

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[Lil
Years have passed, and in the hood getting drastic
Two days ago, my got blasted
tragic, happened right on my block
I'm feeling paranoid, laws run in my spot
So I'm living low key, and folks don't know me
Slowly I ride through the city, 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 pimp me a dame, or switch lanes in a
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 twice
get it twisted, I still got a mean right
But most of the time, my nigga I'm on
It's real in the field, it's to get killed

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