Luyện nghe bài hát Last Dance

(c-murder)
Sometimes I the lord is testing me
Don't want to go to
I'm tired of arrested g
I know I'm spitting when I'm sell
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 cope it
A chance is something that I had
I'm standing on corner
I got my in a skittles bag
Can't make a move my boy
I a bulletproof vest
And watch my because I'm paranoid
You know the is a trap
I'm not tupac but these jealous got me strapped
like a criminal but born a bastard
Visions of a or a grave
A closed
Reminizing about my friends
But I'm proud of selling
my family with these dividends
My nose bad nigga like a star
of swolling dope
I see a cop car
Can't leave spot
Till all my crack gone
Six rocks never the lord to let me make it home
I'm a nigga on the run
If you that shit
I'm to have to get my damn gun
Cause I can't take no
me or you going to die
I guess that will be your dance

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

(master p)
Blood on my
And I pack a
For suckers and bitches tryin to bet me on my fuckin rock spot

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

(master p)
And if you to us killers
you dead
Cause I with a hk
Tre-8 then 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
Cause do your hoe too
caps on whoever, whenever, however, whereever

(mia x)
So the crowd better start
these no limit tru soldiers
Still ain't finish fuckin

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

(mia x)
Now don't talk about the way we do
And bitches they prepared to do this
Prepare to eat bullets

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

(c-murder)
I'm up in cold sweats
I realized
It a dream
I shot that fool in the by
Another victim of the game
That nigga tried to rob me off my and coccaine
A lot of
A lot of
So how you
My rep was on the
Of course I had to kill nigga
Crepped up on him playing
down the window
And I shot that bitch with my off
I'm kind of crazy you get me
A lot of niggas scared to stand in the same room me
I'm bout the pushing money grope
Just got out of
And back slanging dope
My daddy there for me g
And my mom left me in the house abonded at the age of
So don't ask me why I'm son
Cause I was by some 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 will be your dance