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 like come on man

Street are glowing, everyday's another struggle
And moving slowly in silence, steady making sho' my
Is air tight, these streets is hectic gotta get it here
ain't a promise to me, so I don't live in fear
I work until I it, stack it until I need it
I spend it on what I want, and that's when I bleed it
The soldier could never see me, as being some'ing that's
A nigga straight out the gutter, murdered without a
Product of my surroundings, 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 live it on regrets
I'm a motherfucking killer, for realer this ain't a
I'm as gangsta as it gets, and my advice to you is live life
And never when niggaz might, hit you under lights
So get it (never know)
You never know niggaz might, hit you under city lights get it right

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Lord forgive me, cause I I ain't 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 lights

Redd]
Them 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 them city
Careful the road I choose, cause you can lose your life
I'm praying and hoping, I get caught in the moment
Shot from a glock, smoking from not scoping
When a nigga told me, you work you don't eat
So I'm thangs 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 sell you a dream, or sell you a
A long way from home, on this I roam
Still I'm the liquor, for niggaz who ain't with us
Ery'body ain't a gangsta, nigga ain't a killa
Naw but them laws, couldn't tell ya the
So pay attention, or find yourself in prison this ain't living man

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[Lil
Years passed, and shit in the hood getting drastic
Two ago, my homegirl got blasted
tragic, happened right on my block
I'm feeling paranoid, might run in my spot
So I'm low key, and them folks don't know me
Slowly I ride through the city, stack mo'
Then I out, to the hideout and smoke on
Haters watching, my chest is like a snow-cone
But on, trash talking ain't my game
Rather me a dame, or switch lanes in a Range
Peep this it ain't a secret, laws ain't right
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
real in the field, it's easy to get killed

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