Luyện nghe bài hát Last Dance

(c-murder)
Sometimes I think the is testing me
Don't want to go to
I'm tired of getting g
I I'm spitting when I'm sell crack
But to a young nigga me
A g ain't no turning
Trying to settle down is
a nigga and a old lady and a baby
I can't cope it
A chance is that I never had
I'm on this corner
I got my rocks in a bag
Can't make a move my boy
I a bulletproof vest
And watch my back I'm paranoid
You know the ghetto is a
I'm not but these jealous niggas got me strapped
Raise a criminal but born a bastard
of a jail or a grave
A clasket
about my murder friends
But I'm proud of selling
Providing my family these dividends
My nose bad like a rock star
Tired of swolling
I see a cop car
Can't leave this
Till all my crack gone
Six rocks never asked the lord to let me make it
I'm a nigga on the run
If you talk shit
I'm going to to get my damn gun
Cause I can't no chances
me or you going to die
I that will be your last dance

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(master p)
So come dance with the devil the gold teeth
no butterflying on the floor
But may you rest in

(c-murder)
I'm waking up in cold
I just
It a dream
I shot that fool in the by
Another of the dope game
That nigga to rob me off my heroin 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
Rolled down the
And I shot that bitch my soud off
I'm kind of you can't get me
A lot of scared to stand in the same room with me
I'm bout the pushing money grope
got out of jail
And already slanging dope
My wasn't there for me g
And my mom me in the house abonded at the age of three
So ask me why I'm heartless son
Cause I was raised by some
So I I gots to be one
I'm for whatever
Murder, selling drugs, and in any kind of weather
My girl I won't live long
I'm sick I itilize scarface and al kapone
Won't none of these niggas understand me
p, king george, and silkk and cali g
So don't fuck tru man
And if you do
This will be your last