Luyện nghe bài hát Last Night

(busta rhymes)(chorus)
Comin in the dance night(uh hum)
boy fear last 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 the site me
Pop a lot of shit, but scared to death to fight me
See me on the stage wit bust on rap shit
They see me in the club wit bust on some lap
Befrore rap shit, it was the corner crack shit
But now I'm on the world on some autograph
Spliff-a-spliff drop the 4 5th the waiste
So if you want war, let me deal with the
nothin to it, brother I got the heart to do it
Blast in, cover the wit ya fluid
Ya stupid, ya got brains, brother use it
Ain't nithin gonna stop my ass, from gettin cash
On the real, that's how I feel
A born again hooligan, hungry for this
Got the iced- out platinum that you wanna steal
Come get it, ya whole shit get wetted
Street colonel cat, got enough to set it
So if you ain't doin shit , ya niggas need to it
Watchin my money, it cost bullets in ya
It's all ral here, there ain't no here
You around here, you catch ya death here
I mean it, you front, but you believe it
Nigga guard your before I turn around and steal it
Look my eyes and analyze what you deal wit
If I can't find you, I it out on who you be wit
of bitch nigga I would never smoke a tree wit

(busta rhymes)(chorus)
2's

(busta rhymes)
Nowadays we blow like out the exhaust
smoke still makin me cough
I mean we to turn this wak shit off
Wak niggas is sick wit the flu sippin chicken
Now here's another ripoff
money, eatin fine cuisine like buttered shrimp and rice pilaf
Stay heavily armed, alakun
Watch you ass suffer til you got to beg for ya moms
Now turn the truck on, get ya fuck on, got you on
Stupid right between yo legs, get yo on
Drink bottles, treat like gus d'amoto
Eat avacado, soon to go purchase a diablo
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 comin on teen summit
corny nigga talk too quick, think he slick
Throwin a brick, yappin off, lyin on his
Too late, you'll be the o' nigga that I love to hate
Brutally bust ya shit like a nigga turned
Time of the year, feel great, clean
Throw a nickle plate, property to but a landscape
How say street niggas 'ill never have
Now we the 5s wit the cherry red nav
Doin things like signin graffiti on
Gettin so much staff calculate the math
you know the half, eyin in the stash
Mediatin watch the wind blow the ash
You had a , now how long you gonna last
Ice for nothing, you make yoself ass
Brace yoself one more time, what I mean dun
Violate the foul line, it be yo last one

(chorus til end)