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 sho' my hustle
Is air tight, these city streets is gotta get it here
Tomorrow 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 I want, re-up 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, 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 killer, for realer this ain't a threat
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 city lights get it

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Lord forgive me, I know 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, under them street

Redd]
Them folks got me under the scope, I ain't living right
Still I the one to provoke, dog you get it right
20 inch shoes when I cruise, under them lights
Careful with the road I choose, cause you can lose your
I'm and hoping, I never get caught in the moment
Shot from a glock, that's smoking from not
When a nigga told me, you don't work you 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 you a dream, or sell you a zone
A way from home, on this road I roam
Still I'm the liquor, for niggaz who ain't with us
Ery'body a gangsta, every nigga ain't a killa
Naw but them laws, couldn't tell ya the
So pay attention, or find yourself locked in prison ain't living man

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[Lil
Years have passed, and in the hood getting drastic
Two ago, my homegirl got blasted
That's tragic, happened right on my
I'm paranoid, laws might run in my spot
So I'm living low key, and them don't know me
Slowly I through the city, stack mo' cheese
Then I slide out, to the 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 lanes in a Range
this it ain't a secret, them laws 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
real in the field, it's easy to get killed

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