Luyện nghe bài hát Last Night

(busta rhymes)(chorus)
Comin in the last 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 brothers like me
Screw me the site me
Pop a lot of shit, but they to death to fight me
See me on the wit bust on some rap shit
They see me in the wit bust on some lap shit
this rap shit, it was the corner crack shit
But now I'm on the on some autograph shit
Spliff-a-spliff drop the 4 5th the waiste
So if you want war, let me deal with the
Ain't to it, brother I got the heart to do it
in, cover the sidewalk wit ya fluid
Ya stupid, ya got brains, brother use it
Ain't gonna stop my black ass, from gettin cash
On the real, that's how I feel
A born hooligan, hungry for this meal
Got the iced- out platinum rings you wanna steal
Come get it, watch ya whole shit get
Street colonel cat, got cats to set it
So if you ain't doin , ya niggas need to dead it
Watchin my money, it cost in ya tummy
It's all ral here, ain't no fear here
You mess around here, you catch ya here
I mean it, you could front, but you it
Nigga guard your life before I turn around and it
Look my eyes and analyze what you deal wit
If I can't find you, I 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
Contamenatin smoke still me cough
I mean we to turn this wak shit off
Wak niggas is sick wit the flu sippin broth
Now here's winnin ripoff
Gettin money, eatin fine cuisine like buttered shrimp and pilaf
Stay heavily armed, salom
you bitch ass suffer til you got to beg for ya moms
Now turn the truck on, get ya fuck on, got you on
Stupid right yo legs, get yo suck on
Drink bottles, treat like gus d'amoto
Eat avacado, soon to go purchase a diablo
Niggas my motto, lets get money, macho camacho
another rapper, lets go collect the nacho
Oh shit, hope you slip, another murder commit
The episode comin on teen
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
Brutally ya shit like a nigga turned primate
Time of the year, feel great, clean
Throw a nickle plate, shoppin to but a landscape
How they say street 'ill never have
Now we the 5s wit the cherry red nav
Doin like signin graffiti on autograph
Gettin so much money calculate the math
Laugh you know the half, eyin in the
Mediatin watch the wind the blunt ash
You had a blast , now how long you last
Ice grillin for nothing, you make ass
Brace yoself one more time, know what I dun
Violate the foul line, it be yo last one

(chorus til end)