Luyện nghe bài hát Last Day

Can I live my last day
Hittin' that be nasty
Gettin' in the fast way
And I care halfway
But I still can't let you me

Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and
That ain't compared to one small cat with gats
we came here we cut off all kind circulation
Breathin', eatin', the whole
When we do our shit we do our for real
While you your money for your deal and make your own beats
Compose own sheets, that's aight but chill
I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot
top shit, you know how The Lox get
Then you can see me flyin' in the Bentley
Lox and B-I, hold our down for years
not, but we been had our black tears
Niggas under the stairs understand what we got
Underground, all must get shot
You couldn't me Dano, see Luciano put the burners
To all y'all, what bring it I'm callin' y'all

You know what it's about when I run up in your house
Put the gun up in mouth and get the money out the couch
Hearin' you out is senseless, for instance
I give this faggot a kiss
Black gloves, no prints, dark
on the street they ain't heard from him since
You know about after kicked the kid in
Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven
Scri-dam the flow is
Either you ridin' or you cause we swingin' iron
Lox and Poppa, turning niggas into Jim
Who gon stop us, your last double copper
You gettin' money or runnin' from the Feds
nothin' over here but sixteen, with one in the head
And I solemnly
That all y'all niggaz out there got a problem year

Can I 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be
Gettin' money in the way
And I only care
But I can't let you pass me

Can I live 'til my day
Hittin' honies that be
Gettin' in the fast way
And I only halfway
But I still let you pass me

Before you think of keepin' me down, me down
The like water get deep and you drown
With no soul, many niggas roll with no
Even the small kind got a little hole
Your destiny is somethin' you can never out
Niggas is never happy there's blood up in your mouth
a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame?
There's a lot of dead, how the hell you the pain?
with it, got money you better get with it
My man had the thug in him did his bid it
Get married to the game but never a kid with it
Advice the wise, slice the pies
Too many divides, when dreams collide
Teams provide, war for the street to
Stashed in the and you slept on the floor
Only a dove'll fall in love with a whore

Uhh, uhh, uhh
Who the fuck wanna
My Ease make MC's freeze
You wakin up in cold sweats, they dreams
You still apoligizin', analyzin', my size and your and
Realizin', a fist fight would be
You just pop wines, I pop nines
steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece
You're shook up, two bricks, cook up
We can hook up, all I see is the
Disrespect, I ya
By the way, them bricks, get weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed the leak leak
Die for a nigga, life ain't sweet
for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep
I be the mob fiance, to marry it
transactions in Farragut with Arabics
Why not, they fit up in the bedroom
Imagine what they stash is like, make you a like
My first LP, beef with me is
Fuck and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse or
Collapsed lung, look how many gats I
For them homos, still promos
Break both your legs you're movin' slow-mo, got to glow mo'
Nine hundred and six grams, you need for mo'

Can I 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be
Gettin' money in the way
And I care halfway
But I can't let you pass me

Can I live 'til my day
honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the way
And I only care
But I still let you pass me