Luyện nghe bài hát Last Dance

(c-murder)
Sometimes I think the lord is me
want to go to jail
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 back
Trying to down is hopeless
a nigga and a old lady and a baby
I can't cope it
A is something that I never had
I'm on this corner
I got my rocks in a bag
Can't make a without my boy
I wear a bulletproof
And my back because I'm paranoid
You know the ghetto is a
I'm not tupac but these niggas got me strapped
Raise like a criminal but a bastard
Visions of a or a grave
A clasket
Reminizing about my friends
But I'm proud of selling
Providing my family with dividends
My bad nigga 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 to let me make it home
I'm a nigga on the run
If you talk shit
I'm going to to get my damn gun
Cause I can't take no
me or you going to die
I guess that be your last dance

(master p)
Your 187 dance, 187 dance, this be your last dance, 187 dance, 187 dance,
this will be your last dance, last 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 back p
Cause ain't no bitch nor kince
Aren't going to fade me

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

(mia x)
Another ass nigga
On this back then if it is on your
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 caps on whoever, whenever, however,

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

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

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

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

(c-murder)
I'm up in cold sweats
I realized
It wasn't a
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 I had to kill that nigga
up on him playing basketball
Rolled the window
And I shot that with my soud off
I'm kind of crazy you get me
A lot of niggas scared to stand in the room with me
I'm bout the dope pushing grope
Just got out of
And already slanging dope
My daddy wasn't 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
I was raised by some killers
So I I gots to be one
I'm down for
Murder, selling drugs, and in any kind of weather
My girl said I won't live
I'm sick because I itilize and al kapone
Won't of these niggas don't understand me
Master p, george, and silkk and cali g
So don't with tru man
And if you do
This be your last dance