Luyện nghe bài hát Last Dance

(c-murder)
Sometimes I think the is testing me
Don't want to go to
I'm of getting arrested g
I know I'm spitting I'm sell crack
But to a young like me
A g no turning back
Trying to settle down is
When a nigga and a old and a baby
I can't cope it
A chance is something I never had
I'm on this corner
I got my rocks in a bag
make a move without my boy
I wear a bulletproof
And watch my back because I'm
You the ghetto is a trap
I'm not tupac but these jealous got me strapped
Raise a criminal but born a bastard
Visions of a or a grave
A clasket
Reminizing about my friends
But I'm of selling drugs
Providing my family with these
My nose bad nigga like a star
of swolling dope
I see a cop car
Can't leave this
all my fuckin crack gone
Six rocks never asked the lord to let me make it
I'm a nigga on the run
If you talk that
I'm to have to get my damn gun
I can't take no chances
Either me or you to die
I guess will be your last dance

(master p)
Your 187 dance, 187 dance, this will be your 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 and bitches tryin to bet me on my fuckin rock spot

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

(master p)
And if you step to us
you dead
Cause I with a hk
then missed it in for red

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

(master p)
In for you
What 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 start ducking
Cause these no tru soldiers
Still finish fuckin busting

(master p)
leave no witneses to talk about it
Mr. serv-on got life
And I'm it bout it

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

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

(c-murder)
I'm waking up in 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 that
Crepped up on him basketball
Rolled down the
And I shot bitch with my soud off
I'm kind of crazy you get me
A lot of scared to stand in the same room with me
I'm bout the dope money grope
got out of jail
And already back slanging
My daddy there for me g
And my mom left me in the house at the age of three
So don't ask me why I'm son
Cause I was raised by some
So I guess I to be one
I'm down for
Murder, drugs, and robbery in any kind of weather
My girl said I won't live
I'm sick because I itilize and al kapone
Won't none of these niggas understand me
Master p, george, and silkk and cali g
So fuck with tru man
And if you do
This be your last dance