Luyện nghe bài hát 6'n The Morning

6'N The Morning,
at my door,
Fresh Nike sneakers cross my floor.
Out my window,
I my escape ,
Didn't even have a to grab my Bale Bale tape.
Man no music,
But I'm happy I'm free.
In the streets is a for a player to be.
Got a in the pocket,
When the grain.
Gold tank my neck,
My close at hand.
I'm a self made in the city streets,
We both be be hip hop beat,
But just in the city is a serious tale,
Didn't know what the wanted,
have time the ask.

See my boys cooling way, way out,
Told them bout my morning "Bug them Out".
Shoot a dice till my legs got sore,
Kick some stories bout the night before.
True to the comma were the fly cheer,
Two freaks,
One got killed.
She acting silly,
Simply not quit.
Called us all pussy say we all are shit.
As we walked to her,
The hoe to speak,
So we beat the bitch down in the alley streets.
But living in the city is a serious tale,
The bitch didn't know hit her,
Didn't time to ask.
Continue clock freaks misfestior,
Rolling expedision the lether interior.
Wood TV,
The was raw.
a left turn,
Was all burst.
a shocker was the driver.
On a tale,
Had the going off like a high school bell.
in the mirror,
did we see,
Fucking lights and no PD.
Pig search I 'cause the day was made,
a ozzoe 4 4 and a hand grenade.
They through us in the power wit block,
No more to see,no more shows to rock.
Didn't what no trouble,but the must fly,
Squad wit the fucking hatey,squab them in the eye.
But just in the city is a serious crime,
The nigga didn't what happened,didn't have time to
ask.