Luyện nghe bài hát Last Night

(busta rhymes)(chorus)
Comin in the last 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
me when the site me
Pop a lot of shit, but they scared to to fight me
See me on the stage wit on some rap shit
They see me in the wit bust on some lap shit
Befrore rap shit, it was the corner crack shit
But now I'm on the on some autograph shit
Spliff-a-spliff the 4 5th round the waiste
So if you want war, let me with the case
Ain't nothin to it, I got the heart to do it
Blast in, cover the sidewalk wit ya
Ya stupid, ya got brains, brother use it
nithin gonna stop my black ass, from gettin cash
On the real, how deeply I feel
A born again hooligan, for this meal
Got the iced- out platinum rings that you wanna
Come get it, watch ya shit get wetted
Street colonel cat, got cats to set it
So if you ain't doin shit , ya niggas to dead it
Watchin my money, it bullets in ya tummy
all ral here, there ain't no fear here
You mess here, you catch ya death here
I mean it, you could front, but you it
Nigga your 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 smoke a tree wit

(busta rhymes)(chorus)
2's

(busta rhymes)
Nowadays we blow like out the exhaust
Contamenatin still makin me cough
I mean we bout to turn this wak off
Wak niggas is sick wit the flu sippin chicken
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 the truck on, get ya fuck on, got you stuck on
Stupid between yo legs, get yo suck on
bottles, treat niggas like gus d'amoto
Eat avacado, soon to go purchase a diablo
Niggas know my motto, get money, macho camacho
Applaud another rapper, go collect the nacho
Oh shit, hope you don't slip, murder commit
The episode on teen summit
corny nigga talk too quick, think he slick
Throwin a brick, yappin off, on his dick
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, slate
Throw a nickle plate, property shoppin to but a
How say street niggas 'ill never have
Now we possess the 5s wit the red nav
things like signin graffiti on autograph
Gettin so much staff calculate the math
Laugh you the half, eyin in the stash
Mediatin watch the wind the blunt ash
You had a , now how long you gonna last
Ice for nothing, you make yoself ass
Brace yoself one more time, know I mean dun
cross the foul line, it be yo last one

(chorus til end)