Luyện nghe bài hát Last Dance

(c-murder)
Sometimes I think the lord is me
want to go to jail
I'm of getting arrested g
I I'm spitting when I'm sell crack
But to a young like me
A g no turning back
to settle down is hopeless
When a nigga and a old lady and a
I can't with it
A chance is something I never had
I'm on this corner
I got my in a skittles bag
Can't make a move my boy
I wear a vest
And watch my because I'm paranoid
You know the is a trap
I'm not but these jealous niggas got me strapped
like a criminal but born a bastard
Visions of a jail or a
A closed
about my murder friends
But I'm of selling drugs
Providing my with these dividends
My nose bad like a rock star
Tired of dope
I see a cop car
Can't leave this
all my fuckin crack gone
Six rocks never the lord to let me make it home
I'm a nigga on the run
If you talk that
I'm to have to get my damn gun
Cause I take no chances
Either me or you to die
I guess that will be your dance

(master p)
Your 187 dance, 187 dance, this be your last dance, 187 dance, 187 dance,
Fool this will be your last dance, last call for alchol, I mean blood's
On the

(master p)
on my palm
And I a glock
For these suckers and bitches tryin to bet me on my fuckin spot

(mia x)
But mia x got your p
Cause ain't no bitch nor these
Aren't going to fade me

(master p)
And if you to us killers
you dead
Cause I with a hk
Tre-8 missed it in for red

(mia x)
Another ass nigga
On this back if it is on your mind
Then we got second line in for you

(master p)
In for you
about you and you
Don't with my crew
I'll do your hoe too
Bust caps on whoever, whenever, however,

(mia x)
So the crowd better start
Cause these no tru soldiers
Still finish fuckin busting

(master p)
Won't leave no witneses to talk it
Mr. serv-on got insurance
And I'm bout it it

(mia x)
Now talk about the way we do this
And bitches think prepared to do this
to eat some bullets

(master p)
So come dance with the devil the gold teeth
Ain't no on the floor
But may you rest in

(c-murder)
I'm up in cold sweats
I just
It wasn't a
I that fool in the drive by
victim of the dope game
That tried to rob me off my heroin and coccaine
A lot of
A lot of
So how you
My rep was on the
Of I had to kill that nigga
Crepped up on him basketball
down the window
And I shot bitch with my soud off
I'm of crazy you can't get me
A lot of niggas scared to stand in the same with me
I'm bout the dope money grope
Just got out of
And back slanging dope
My daddy wasn't for me g
And my mom left me in the abonded at the age of three
So don't ask me why I'm son
Cause I was raised by killers
So I guess I to be one
I'm for whatever
Murder, selling drugs, and robbery in any of weather
My girl I won't live long
I'm sick because I itilize scarface and al
none of these niggas don't understand me
Master p, king george, and and cali g
So don't fuck tru man
And if you do
This be your last dance