Luyện nghe bài hát Last Night

(busta rhymes)(chorus)
Comin in the last 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 brothers don't me
Screw me when the me
Pop a lot of shit, but they to death to fight me
See me on the stage wit bust on some rap
They see me in the club wit bust on lap shit
Befrore this rap shit, it was the crack shit
But now I'm on the world on autograph shit
drop the 4 5th round 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 black ass, from cash
On the real, how deeply I feel
A born again hooligan, hungry for meal
Got the iced- out platinum rings that you steal
Come get it, watch ya whole shit get
Street colonel cat, got enough to set it
So if you doin shit , ya niggas need to dead it
Watchin my money, it cost bullets in ya
It's all ral here, there ain't no fear
You mess around here, you 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 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 like smoke out the
smoke still makin me cough
I we bout to turn this wak shit off
Wak niggas is sick wit the flu sippin broth
Now here's another winnin
Gettin money, eatin fine like buttered shrimp and rice pilaf
Stay heavily armed, salom
you bitch ass suffer til you got to beg for ya moms
Now turn the truck on, get ya 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 diablo
Niggas know my motto, get money, macho camacho
Applaud another rapper, lets go the nacho
Oh shit, hope you slip, another murder commit
The comin on teen summit
Little corny nigga talk too quick, he slick
Throwin a brick, yappin off, on his dick
Too late, be the type o' nigga that I love to hate
Brutally bust ya shit like a nigga turned
Time of the year, feel great, slate
Throw a nickle plate, shoppin to but a landscape
How say street niggas 'ill never have
Now we the 5s wit the cherry red nav
things like signin graffiti on autograph
Gettin so much staff calculate the math
Laugh you the half, eyin in the stash
watch 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 time, know what I mean dun
Violate cross the foul line, it be yo one

(chorus til end)