Luyện nghe bài hát Last Night

Comin in the last night(uh hum)
Busta boy fear night(uh oh)
Me find me nine(um hum)
So me go, out me knife(so me say)
Comin in the dance night(uh hum)
Busta boy last night(uh oh)
Me find me nine(um hum)
So me go, out me knife(so me say)

A lot of brothers don't me
Screw me the site me
Pop a lot of shit, but they scared to death to me
See me on the stage wit Bust on rap shit
They see me in the club wit Bust on lap shit
Befrore this rap shit, it was the corner shit
But now I'm on the world on autograph shit
Spliff-a-Spliff drop the 4 5th the waiste
So if you want war, let me deal the case
nothin to it, brother I got the heart to do it
Blast in, cover the sidewalk wit ya
Ya niggas stupid, ya got brains, use it
nithin gonna stop my black ass, from gettin cash
On the real, how deeply I feel
A born again hooligan, for this meal
Got the iced-out platinum that you wanna steal
Come get it, watch ya whole shit get
Street cat, got enough cats to set it
So if you ain't doin shit, ya niggas need to it
Watchin my money, it bullets in ya tummy
all ral here, there ain't no fear here
You mess here, you catch ya death here
I mean it, you could front, but you it
Nigga guard life before I turn around and steal it
Look into my eyes and analyze what you wit
If I find you, I take it out on who you be wit
Type of bitch I would never smoke a tree wit

in the dance last night(uh hum)
Busta boy last night(uh oh)
Me couldn't me nine(um hum)
So me go, out me knife(so me say)
Comin in the last night(uh hum)
Busta boy fear night(uh oh)
Me find me nine(um hum)
So me go, out me knife(so me say)

we blow like smoke out the exhaust
Contamenatin smoke still makin me
I mean we bout to turn wak shit off
Wack is sick wit the flu sippin chicken broth
Now here's another winnin
Gettin money, eatin fine cuisine like buttered and rice pilaf
Stay armed, Alakun Salom
Watch you bitch ass suffer til you got to beg for ya
Now turn the on, get ya fuck on, got you stuck on
right between yo legs, get yo suck on
Drink bottles, treat like Gus D'Amoto
Eat avacado, soon to go purchase a Diablo
know my motto, lets get money, Macho Camacho
Applaud another rapper, go collect the nacho
Oh shit, hope you don't slip, murder commit
The comin on Teen Summit
Little corny nigga too quick, think he slick
Throwin a brick, yappin off, lyin on his
Too late, you'll be the type o' nigga that I love to
bust ya shit like a nigga turned primate
Time of the year, feel great, clean
Throw a nickle plate, property to but a landscape
How they say street 'ill never have
Now we the 5S wit the cherry red Nav
things like signin graffiti on autograph
Gettin so much money staff calculate the
you know the half, eyin in the stash
Mediatin watch the blow the blunt ash
You had a blast , now how long you last
Ice for nothing, you make yoself ass
Brace yoself one more time, know I mean dun
Violate cross the foul line, it be yo one

Comin in the dance night(uh hum)
Busta boy fear night(uh oh)
Me couldn't me nine(um hum)
So me go, out me knife(so me say)
Comin in the last night(uh hum)
boy fear last night(uh oh)
Me find me nine(um hum)
So me go, out me knife(so me say)