Luyện nghe bài hát Last Night

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

(spilff star)
A lot of don't like me
Screw me the site me
Pop a lot of shit, but they scared to to fight me
See me on the stage wit bust on rap shit
see me in the club wit bust on some lap shit
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 round the
So if you want war, let me deal the case
Ain't nothin to it, I got the heart to do it
in, cover the sidewalk wit ya fluid
Ya niggas stupid, ya got brains, use it
Ain't nithin gonna stop my ass, from gettin cash
On the real, that's how deeply I
A born hooligan, hungry for this meal
Got the iced- out platinum rings you wanna steal
Come get it, ya whole shit get wetted
Street 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 mean it, you could front, but you it
Nigga guard your life I turn around and steal it
Look into my eyes and analyze you deal wit
If I can't find you, I it out on who you be wit
Type of bitch nigga I would smoke a tree wit

(busta rhymes)(chorus)
2's

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

(chorus til end)