Luyện nghe bài hát It's Over

Yo, aiyo joint right here is about
When you through mad shit
And it just like you can get out of it, nowhere and shit
You you puttin' your shit in and you thinkin'
You gettin' over, and doin' all this other
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
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The is over
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over
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Aiyo, back in '95 when I was jugglin'
Pumpin' coke out the spot, smackin' in the kitchen
All around dick sucks whenever, chronic out of Philly's
Gettin' flusty in the Cub' era
Niggas tellin' me my is hot
They I think any day now, playboy, shit gon' pop
Back then I was the phat Ghost, came March 1st
My eighth got murked, got burnt for all our work

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

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

(Over)
My, my, my day is over
(Over)
The is over
(Over)
(Over)
over
(Over)

Aiyo, aiyo, a.m. in the best Western
I'm with my bat, blew her ass and chest in
Slob my knob, yeah, no question, my main bat
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She thorough like that, so we use protection
But the night before, my wiz of check my phone
How the fuck she get the codes, I know
Next thing, she in the 'tel lobby, spotted me
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Tippin' the doorman, hands with my bitch besides me
My heart drop, everything stops, scared to

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

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

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

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

(Over)
My, my, my day is over

Hey Kimmy, how you What up Keisha
girl, your hair looks so nice
Yeah, I got my done at Tasha's
You know I don't fuck with that bitch
Yo, son, I think Ghost one of them bitches, man
And can you believe this son told them 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 even make no money no more, man

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