Luyện nghe bài hát Street Lights

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

Street lights are glowing, everyday's another
And moving slowly in silence, making sho' my hustle
Is air tight, city streets is hectic gotta get it here
Tomorrow ain't a promise to me, so I don't in fear
I work until I touch it, stack it until I it
I spend it on what I want, and that's when I bleed it
The soldier could see me, as being some'ing that's lesser
A nigga straight out the gutter, murdered a question
Product of my surroundings, it clack it and and down him
All they know is he missing, but niggaz ain't found him
I'm sorry but in yet, I don't live it on regrets
I'm a motherfucking killer, for this ain't a threat
I'm as gangsta as it gets, and my to you is live your life
And when niggaz might, hit you under 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 some'ing happen, under them street
But pay attention, let me you what my life like
You can get your cut short, under them street lights

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Them folks got me under the scope, cause I living right
I ain't the one to provoke, dog you get it right
20 inch shoes when I cruise, under city lights
Careful with the I choose, cause you can lose your life
I'm praying and hoping, I never get caught in the
Shot a glock, that's smoking from not scoping
a nigga told me, you don't work you don't eat
So I'm slanging thangs for cheap, where the streets lights
And my pop, was a stone
15 I was grown, 16 I was my own
Is it wrong to you a dream, or sell you a zone
A long way from home, on this road I
Still I'm po'ing the liquor, for niggaz who with us
Ery'body ain't a gangsta, every ain't a killa
Naw but laws, couldn't tell ya the difference
So pay attention, or find yourself locked in this ain't living man

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[Lil
Years passed, and shit in the hood getting drastic
Two days ago, my 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 them folks know me
Slowly I ride 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 switch lanes in a
Peep this it a secret, them laws ain't right
They to catch a late night, living 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
It's real in the field, it's to get killed

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