Luyện nghe bài hát In The Last Second

... first!
cocks, fires*
Explosion, holes in my chest
Speakers
People screaming louder than queers
I've been the victim of untimely set
Trippin' in the streets
By-standers, children and
Are me fall
sprayin on the ground
Must be up
As visions of my begin to gather round
Heart pumpin and a of stone is what I feel
Now a prison of internal bleeding of steel
keep it really real,
I'm hoping I'ma it
is the only life I got
and I be if you gon take it
Feelin' colder than the ice caps
See my boy's frozen face of as he reacts
Why did they pop me, was it all bank?
Because my lungs burnin like Comet inside a holding tank
Who am I? What is
Did I it?
So many questions on in the last second
In the last second of
Pain is away
What if this happenened to you or your boy
How would you
In the last second of
I don't wanna die up in muthafucker tonight
In the last second of
Pain is away
What if happenened to you or your boy today?
How would you
In the last of life
I wanna die up in this muthafucker tonight
Memories are playin my like dienetics
Havin visions of surgery, anesthetic
Respirators and IV and
All around me, me
Man this all me
Of how so many others met end and disappeared
There's an darkness droppin down, flowin, coming near
Like the approach of a
the final end, trying to make my own fibers
Soon I'll be
Who's care for my family if I die?
Will I spend better if I recover from the flat line?
Will I become another of the streets?
Another body riddled bullets
Underneath a sheet
bloodstains,
I explain the pain
butcher knives falling from the sky
Instead of
Who am I? is life?
Did I it?
So questions floatin on in the last second
In the second of life
Pain is slippin
What if this happenened to you or boy today?
How you feel?
In the second of life
I don't die up in this muthafucker tonight
In the second of life
is slippin away
What if this to you or your boy today?
How would you
In the last second of
I don't wanna die up in this tonight
My vision to black,
My body started
a basehead hyped up on a 30 sack
Hearing the toll of the bell
As I feel a dimension door straight from hell
Shadows appear, come right up out the
with red eyes and slitherin sounds
Tryin to take me
Where is no rest
Where the live in firepits and hooks in they flesh
That ain't my of party,
That no Shrangri-La
But a crippled body I'm not making it far
Life is almost gone as I feel rake my back
Preachers start to hold
Man this shit is whack
And I see tomorrow is all I'm thinking now
I pray as I hear my boy me to hold on
I see that life is turnin, I have a chance
As we reach the hospital, I up in the ambulance
*phone
C'mon,
picks up*
This is Ross and I'm not chillin in the hizzle for rizzle my shizzle, the fellas drop a message, girls drop your drawers and I'll see ya like a donut

Ross Baker, this is landlord. I'm a little concerned. I haven't heard from you in a while and I've been tryin to get a hold of you all week and uhh
again*
Hahahaha...Caught ya that one scrotum scruffer....Haha leave a message

Look Ross! I've been to get a hold of you. I haven't seen your rent in months, what is goin on?!
a third time*
Hahahaha, you corn, gotcha twice with that one bubbleback, peace!

You fuckin..!