Luyện nghe bài hát Street Lights

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

Street lights are glowing, everyday's struggle
And moving slowly in silence, steady making my hustle
Is air tight, these city streets is hectic get it here
Tomorrow a promise to me, so I don't live in fear
I work until I touch it, stack it 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 lesser
A nigga straight out the gutter, without a question
Product of my surroundings, click it clack it and and him
All they know is he missing, but niggaz never found him
I'm sorry but still in yet, I don't it on regrets
I'm a motherfucking killer, for realer ain't a threat
I'm as as it gets, and my advice to you is live your life
And never when niggaz might, hit you under lights
So get it (never know)
You never know when 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 happen, under them street lights
But pay attention, let me show you my life like
You can get days cut short, under them street lights

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Them folks got me under the scope, I ain't living right
Still I the one to provoke, dog you get it right
20 shoes when I cruise, under them city lights
Careful with the road I choose, cause you can your life
I'm praying and hoping, I never get in the moment
Shot from a glock, smoking from not scoping
When a nigga told me, you don't work you 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 you a dream, or sell you a zone
A way from home, on this road I roam
I'm po'ing 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 ya the difference
So pay attention, or find yourself locked in prison ain't living man

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[Lil
have passed, and shit in the hood getting drastic
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
Slowly I through the city, stack mo' cheese
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 a secret, them laws ain't right
like to catch a late night, living the life
That's why I'm on top of my game, always thinking
Don't get it twisted, I still got a mean
But of the time, my nigga I'm on chill
It's in the field, it's easy to get killed

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