Luyện nghe bài hát Street Lights

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

Street lights are glowing, everyday's struggle
And moving slowly in silence, steady making sho' my
Is air tight, these city streets is gotta get it here
Tomorrow ain't a promise to me, so I don't live in
I work until I touch it, it until I need it
I it on what I want, re-up and that's when I bleed it
The could never see me, as being some'ing that's lesser
A nigga straight out the gutter, murdered without a
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 still in yet, I live it on regrets
I'm a motherfucking killer, for this ain't a threat
I'm as gangsta as it gets, and my advice to you is live your
And never when niggaz might, hit you under city
So get it (never know)
You never know when niggaz might, hit you city lights get it right

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Lord forgive me, cause I know I ain't right
Still I gotta make some'ing happen, under them lights
But pay attention, let me show you what my life
You can get your days cut short, under them street

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

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[Lil
Years passed, and shit in the hood getting drastic
Two ago, my homegirl got blasted
That's tragic, happened on my block
I'm paranoid, laws might run in my spot
So I'm living low key, and them folks don't me
Slowly I ride through the city, mo' cheese
I slide out, to the hideout and smoke on
Haters watching, my chest is froze a snow-cone
But hold on, trash ain't my game
pimp me a dame, or switch lanes in a Range
Peep this it ain't a secret, them laws right
They like to catch a late night, the life
That's why I'm on top of my game, thinking twice
get it twisted, I still got a mean right
But most of the time, my I'm on chill
It's real in the field, it's to get killed

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