Luyện nghe bài hát It's Over

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

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

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

Aiyo, back in '95 I was jugglin' bitches
Pumpin' out the spot, smackin' fiends in the kitchen
All around dick whenever, blowin' chronic out of Philly's
Gettin' flusty in the Cub' era
Niggas tellin' me my is hot
They like I think any day now, playboy, gon' pop
Back then I was the phat Ghost, them March 1st
My eighth platoon got murked, got for all our work

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

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

(Over)
My, my, my day is over
(Over)
The masquerade is
(Over)
(Over)
over
(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
(Over)
She thorough like that, so we use protection
But the before, my wiz must of check my phone
How the fuck she get the codes, I don't
thing, she layin' in the 'tel lobby, spotted me
(Over)
Tippin' the doorman, holdin' with my bitch besides me
My heart drop, everything stops, to death

Told my broad to it moving, 'cuz I just got knocked
Don't turn around, as she did, she bust a shot
(Over)
Plus she talk, security drop she touch the glock
I had the on, long face on
Didn't say shit, not even or spit, my bitch was gone
There goes the car, house, rhyme boats or
date judges, my shorty tried to screw me

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)

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

(Over)
My, my, my good day is

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

Yo, son, maybe you need to them bitches that
If they could put a Ms. Pac-Man or in the back
we could get some money back there
Son, you know I don't even fuck them bitches like that
Nig', on, man
"Come on sugar, me tight"