Luyện nghe bài hát Last Day

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

Yo what's beef to you, niggas with hoodies and bats
That ain't shit 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 take money for your deal and make your own beats
Compose your own sheets, aight but chill
spend that mil and cop only hot shit
Rock top shit, you how The Lox get
Then you can see me flyin' in the cockpit
Lox and B-I, our cliqa down for years
Gang not, but we been had our tears
Niggas under the stairs understand what we got
Underground, all above get shot
You book me Dano, see Luciano put the burners
To all y'all, what nigga it I'm callin' y'all

You already know what it's 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, perhaps for
I give faggot a french kiss
gloves, no prints, dark tints
Word on the street ain't heard from him since
You about life after kicked the kid in
Since me and my mi-dan can flip gri-dams
Scri-dam the is forbidd-en
you ridin' or you dyin' cause we swingin' iron
Lox and Poppa, turning into Jim Hoffa
Who gon stop us, your last double copper
You gettin' money or your runnin' the Feds
Ain't over here but sixteen, with one in the head
And I swear
all y'all niggaz out there got a problem this year

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

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

Before you think of keepin' me down, heatin' me
The flow like water get deep and you
With no soul, many niggas roll no gold
Even the small got a little black hole
Your destiny is you can never 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 take the
Live it, got money you better get with it
My man had the thug in him did his bid it
Get to the game but never have a kid with it
Advice from the wise, slice the
Too many schemes divides, when collide
provide, war for the street to absorb
Stashed in the and you slept on the floor
Only a blind fall in love with a whore

Uhh, uhh, uhh
Who the fuck squeeze?
My Desert make MC's freeze
You wakin up in cold sweats, they just
You still apoligizin', analyzin', my and your size and
Realizin', a fist fight be asinine
You just pop wines, I must pop
Genuine steel piece, nozzle in 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 weed with the leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't
Play for keeps wet shirts experts on the creep
I be the mob fiance, about to it
Illegal transactions in Farragut with
Why not, they fit twelve up in the
Imagine what they stash is like, you a classic like
My first LP, beef me is unhealthy
Fuck and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse or
lung, look how many gats I brung
For them homos, still promos
Break both your you're movin' slow-mo, got shined to glow mo'
Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you for mo'

Can I live my last day
honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the way
And I only halfway
But I can't let you pass me

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