Luyện nghe bài hát It's Over

Yo, aiyo joint right here is about
When you goin' mad shit
And it just seem like you can get out of it, nowhere and
You thinkin' you puttin' your shit in and you
You gettin' over, and all this other shit
But you know it
Your whole world just in on you, pa
Check the joint,

Over, and my life
(The masquerade)
I know it's
(The masquerade)

(Over)
My, my, my good day is
(Over)
The is over
(Over)
(Over)
over
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Aiyo, back in '95 I was jugglin' bitches
coke out the spot, smackin' fiends in the kitchen
All around sucks whenever, blowin' chronic out of Philly's
Gettin' in the Cub' Link era
Niggas me my spot is hot
like I think any day now, playboy, shit gon' pop
Back then I was the phat Ghost, came March 1st
My eighth platoon got murked, got for all our work

After the funeral, I low, countin' my last ten G's
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weeks later, yo, I'm back in the P's
Gatherin' up information, faces
Keepin' a forty-five auto' like it was bases
When it get dark, venom will my mark
I heard a voice a bullhorn, a white man he said
(Over)
"Yo, Starks! surrounded, put down your gun, look at the rules
There's but cops, nigga, you better not run"

Over, and my life
(The masquerade)
I know it's
(The masquerade)

(Over)
My, my, my good day is
(Over)
The masquerade is
(Over)
(Over)
It's
(Over)

Aiyo, aiyo, a.m. in the best Western
I'm with my bat, her ass back and chest in
Slob my knob, yeah, no question, this my bat
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She thorough that, so we don't use protection
But the before, my wiz must of check my phone
How the fuck she get the codes, I know
thing, she layin' in the 'tel lobby, spotted me
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Tippin' the doorman, holdin' hands with my bitch me
My heart drop, everything stops, scared to

Told my broad to keep it moving, I just got knocked
Don't turn around, as soon she did, she a shot
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Plus she talk, security when she touch the glock
I had the gum-face on, long on
say shit, not even cough or spit, my bitch was gone
There goes the car, house, rhyme boats or
Court date judges, my shorty tried to me

Over, and then my
(The masquerade)
I know it's
(The masquerade)

(Over)
My, my, my good day is
(Over)
The is over
(Over)
(Over)
It's
(Over)

Over, and my life
(The masquerade)
I know over
(The masquerade)

(Over)
My, my, my day is over

Hey Kimmy, how you doing? What up
Damn girl, your looks so nice
Yeah, I got my done at Tasha's
You know I don't even fuck with bitch
Yo, son, I Ghost fuckin' one of them bitches, man
And can you believe son told them bitches that he can cook, man
Yo, I believe this, these bitches don't know where to fuckin'
Put a salon up in the fuckin'
Son, I can't even no money no more, man

Yo, son, you need to tell them bitches that
If they could put a Ms. Pac-Man or in the back
Maybe we could get money back there
Son, you know I even fuck with them bitches like that
Nig', on, man
"Come on sugar, me tight"