Luyện nghe bài hát Last Day

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

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

You already know what it's about I run up in your house
Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the
Hearin' you out is senseless, for instance
I give this a french kiss
Black gloves, no prints, dark
Word on the street ain't heard from him since
You know about after kicked the kid in
Since me and my mi-dan can flip gri-dams
the flow is forbidd-en
Either you ridin' or you dyin' cause we swingin'
Lox and Poppa, turning niggas Jim Hoffa
Who gon stop us, last joint double copper
You money or your runnin' from the Feds
Ain't nothin' here but sixteen, with one in the head
And I swear
That all y'all niggaz out got a problem this year

Can I live 'til my day
Hittin' that be nasty
money in the fast way
And I only halfway
But I still 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 can't let you pass me

Before you think of me down, heatin' me down
The flow water get deep and you drown
no soul, many niggas roll with no gold
Even the small kind got a little black
Your destiny is somethin' you can figure out
is never happy 'til there's blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to
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 have a kid it
Advice the wise, slice the pies
Too schemes divides, when dreams collide
Teams provide, war for the street to
Stashed in the ceiling and you on the floor
Only a blind dove'll fall in love a whore

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

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

Can I 'til my last day
Hittin' that be nasty
Gettin' money in the way
And I care halfway
But I still let you pass me