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 another
And moving in silence, steady making sho' my hustle
Is air tight, these streets is hectic gotta get it here
Tomorrow ain't a to me, so I don't live in fear
I work I touch 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 lesser
A nigga straight out the gutter, without a question
of my surroundings, click it clack it and and down him
All they know is he missing, but niggaz 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 city lights
So get it (never know)
You never know when niggaz might, hit you under lights get it right

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Lord me, cause 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 life
You can get your cut short, under them street lights

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Them folks got me under the scope, I ain't living right
Still I ain't the one to provoke, dog you get it
20 inch shoes when I cruise, them city lights
Careful with the road I choose, you can lose 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 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 to sell you a dream, or sell you a zone
A long way home, on this road 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, 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 hood drastic
Two ago, my homegirl got blasted
That's tragic, right on my block
I'm feeling paranoid, might run in my spot
So I'm living low key, and folks don't know me
I ride through the city, stack mo' cheese
Then I slide out, to the and smoke on
watching, my chest is froze like a snow-cone
But hold on, trash talking ain't my
Rather pimp me a dame, or switch lanes in a
this it ain't a secret, them laws ain't right
They like to catch a late night, living the
That's why I'm on top of my game, thinking twice
Don't get it twisted, I still got a right
But most of the time, my nigga I'm on
It's real in the field, easy to get killed

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