Luyện nghe bài hát Last Night

(busta rhymes)(chorus)
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)
(repeat 2'x)

(spilff star)
A lot of don't like me
Screw me when the me
Pop a lot of shit, but they scared to to fight me
See me on the wit bust on some rap shit
They see me in the club wit on some lap shit
Befrore this rap shit, it was the corner crack
But now I'm on the world on some autograph
Spliff-a-spliff drop the 4 5th the waiste
So if you war, let me deal with the case
Ain't nothin to it, brother I got the to do it
Blast in, cover the sidewalk wit ya
Ya stupid, ya got brains, brother use it
Ain't nithin gonna stop my black ass, from gettin
On the real, that's how deeply I
A again hooligan, hungry for this meal
Got the iced- out platinum rings that you wanna
Come get it, ya whole shit get wetted
colonel cat, got enough cats to set it
So if you doin shit , ya niggas need to dead it
Watchin my money, it bullets in ya tummy
It's all ral here, ain't no fear here
You mess around here, you catch ya here
I it, you could front, but you believe it
Nigga guard your life before I turn around and it
Look into my eyes and analyze you deal wit
If I can't you, I take it out on who you be wit
Type of bitch nigga I would never smoke a wit

(busta rhymes)(chorus)
2's

(busta rhymes)
Nowadays we blow smoke out the exhaust
Contamenatin smoke still me cough
I mean we bout to turn this wak off
Wak niggas is wit the flu sippin chicken broth
Now another winnin ripoff
Gettin money, eatin fine cuisine like shrimp and rice pilaf
Stay heavily armed, 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
Stupid right yo legs, get yo suck on
Drink bottles, treat niggas gus d'amoto
Eat avacado, soon to go purchase a white
Niggas my motto, lets get money, macho camacho
Applaud rapper, lets go collect the nacho
Oh shit, hope you don't slip, murder commit
The episode on teen summit
Little corny nigga too quick, think he slick
a brick, yappin off, lyin on his dick
Too late, you'll be the type o' nigga I love to hate
Brutally bust ya shit like a nigga primate
of the year, feel great, clean slate
Throw a nickle plate, property to but a landscape
How they say street 'ill never have
Now we possess the 5s wit the red nav
Doin things like signin graffiti on
Gettin so much money staff calculate the
Laugh you the half, eyin in the stash
Mediatin the wind blow the blunt ash
You had a blast , now how you gonna last
Ice for nothing, you make yoself ass
Brace yoself one more time, what I mean dun
Violate cross the foul line, it be yo one

(chorus til end)