Luyện nghe bài hát Six in the Morning

[Intro:
morning
Haha, your mother fuckin asses up
You with us or
come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleepin on my bitch!

[Verse 1:
For whatever it's it's worth me havin my ass whipped
Cause have da last lips to ever kiss ass with ( kiss )
I just can't get past these little
That wanna be bad asses so bad
And they so mad they can't it
Cause we can and they spit (Haawk)
And they can't it like a man
And that's when it happens
And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an it isn't rap is it?
Hip-Hop a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit
I'm old fashioned but my pashion
Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a
Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil a pistol but I'm pissed now
But it all depends on just how far it get's on the mic
Cause I'm tellin you right now your not like it
if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me
You poke a at a pitbull you get bit B
words stick to you like crazy glue
When you diss me they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty!
I'm the beatiful-est thing and your miss me when I'm gone
Like Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!)
I do this with Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & are you with me?

[Chorus:
mornin' everybody good mornin'
Kick your shoes off mother come on in
Cause we get it on until the break of an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers yawnin
Cause we ain't till 6 in the mornin
So have a sing along with the to the song an
If you don't the words and you can't sing along then
Fake like you know 'em an join in
Everybody mornin'

[Verse 2:
Its in the media pitted me of a beef
In a party with heat it's hard to me without one
Fuck snubs I'm walkin clubs a shotgun
popin slugs they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious
In a house of dark shit,
I'ma gothic prophet, you stop breathin
You die quicker than mach speed bleedin
It ain't about you readin
When you meet me better speak like a greetins
Either that or be beefin free when
You niggaz a 'E' just to speak shit!
Your is a botique bitch
the heater where you can reach quick
I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a
I did it from a mind of a mental patient
When glocks wave you can save that for satan
You

Eminem]
Good mornin' everybody mornin'
Kick shoes off mother fuckers come on in
Cause we get it on until the break of an
Wake ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So a sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the and you can't sing along then
Fake like you know 'em an join in
Everybody good

[Verse 3: Kon
Yo yo I heard you niggas like us
But so this beef is like
the fuck did he say in his rap Em?'
I can see that he's a punk
I these niggaz squeeze on me
Please I'm guts
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple
Am I empty seein white I emtpy out them white to fight you
In front of every reporter that I don't
No need for metaphores I get yours across I write
So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, I don't like you, WHAT!"
I might as well give this up like sales
And just fuck an leave D12 and this
We can't self
I've never felt it this
on fellas, get up
We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life on

4: Kuniva]
I walk with a limp, pistol off-a the hip
I'm awkward and quick enough an when sparkin a fith
Your carcus is split the beef is partially thick
We can't you serious, you a comedy skit
You probaly wish that you could be out shootin G's
But the only you shoot is the breeze
I can't you speaking on movin key's
But time we hear you kick it
The thing that you sellin is wolf tickets
I look wicked cause will test your nut sack
So when they bust you better back
And get your clapped outa your stomach
And when want it (yeah)
I bring a hundred niggas from
So get to and if you comin

Eminem]
Good mornin' good mornin'
your shoes off mother fuckers come on in
Cause we get it on until the break of an
Wake ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't till 6 in the mornin
So a sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words and you can't along then
Fake like you 'em motherfucker an join in
Everybody good