Luyện nghe bài hát It's Over

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

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

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

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
flusty in the Cub' Link 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 burnt for all our

After the funeral, I low, countin' my last ten G's
(Over)
Three later, yo, I'm back in the P's
up information, checkin' 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
nothin' but cops, nigga, you better not run"

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

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

Aiyo, aiyo, 11:40 a.m. in the Western
I'm my bat, blew her ass back and chest in
my knob, yeah, no question, this my main bat
(Over)
She thorough that, so we don't use protection
But the night before, my wiz must of my phone
How the she get the codes, I don't know
Next thing, she layin' in the lobby, spotted me
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Tippin' the doorman, holdin' with my bitch besides me
My heart drop, everything stops, to death

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

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

Hey Kimmy, how you What up Keisha
Damn girl, hair looks so nice
Yeah, I got my done at Tasha's
You I don't even fuck with that bitch
Yo, son, I think Ghost one of them bitches, man
And can you believe this son them bitches that he can cook, man
Yo, I can't believe this, 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, maybe you to tell them bitches that
If they put a Ms. Pac-Man or somethin' in the back
Maybe we could get some back there
Son, you I don't even fuck with them bitches like that
Nig', on, man
"Come on sugar, me tight"