Luyện nghe bài hát Last Night

(busta rhymes)(chorus)
Comin in the dance night(uh hum)
Busta boy 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 when the me
Pop a lot of shit, but they scared to death to me
See me on the stage wit on some rap shit
They see me in the club wit on some lap shit
this rap shit, it was the corner crack shit
But now I'm on the world on autograph shit
Spliff-a-spliff the 4 5th round the waiste
So if you want war, let me with the case
Ain't 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, that's how I feel
A born again hooligan, hungry for this
Got the iced- out platinum that you wanna steal
Come get it, watch ya whole get wetted
Street cat, got enough cats to set it
So if you ain't shit , ya niggas need to dead it
my money, it cost bullets in ya tummy
It's all ral here, ain't no fear here
You mess around here, you catch ya death
I mean it, you front, but you believe it
guard your life before I turn around and steal it
Look into my eyes and what 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 like out the exhaust
smoke still makin me cough
I mean we bout to turn wak shit off
Wak niggas is sick wit the flu sippin broth
Now here's another winnin
Gettin money, eatin fine cuisine like shrimp and rice pilaf
Stay heavily armed, alakun
Watch you bitch ass suffer til you got to beg for ya
Now the truck on, get ya fuck on, got you stuck on
Stupid right between yo legs, get yo on
Drink bottles, treat niggas like gus
Eat avacado, soon to go purchase a white
Niggas know my motto, lets get money, camacho
another rapper, lets go collect the nacho
Oh shit, hope you slip, another murder commit
The episode on teen summit
Little corny nigga talk too quick, he slick
a brick, yappin off, lyin on his dick
Too late, be the type o' nigga that I love to hate
Brutally bust ya shit like a nigga primate
Time of the year, great, clean slate
a nickle plate, property shoppin to but a landscape
How they say niggas 'ill never have
Now we the 5s wit the cherry red nav
Doin things like graffiti on autograph
Gettin so much money calculate the math
Laugh you the half, eyin in the stash
Mediatin watch the blow the blunt ash
You had a blast , now how you gonna last
Ice grillin for nothing, you make ass
Brace yoself one time, know what I mean dun
Violate cross the line, it be yo last one

(chorus til end)