Luyện nghe bài hát Last Night

(busta rhymes)(chorus)
Comin in the dance 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 like me
me when the site me
Pop a lot of shit, but they scared to death to me
See me on the stage wit on some 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
drop the 4 5th round the waiste
So if you want war, let me deal with the
Ain't to it, brother I got the heart to do it
Blast in, cover the sidewalk wit ya
Ya stupid, ya got brains, brother use it
Ain't nithin gonna stop my black ass, gettin cash
On the real, how deeply I feel
A born again hooligan, hungry for this
Got the iced- out rings that you wanna steal
Come get it, watch ya 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 ya death here
I it, you could front, but you believe 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 I would never smoke a tree wit

(busta rhymes)(chorus)
2's

(busta rhymes)
Nowadays we like smoke out the exhaust
smoke still makin me cough
I mean we to turn this wak shit off
Wak niggas is sick wit the flu sippin chicken
Now another winnin ripoff
Gettin money, eatin fine cuisine like shrimp and rice pilaf
Stay heavily armed, salom
Watch you bitch ass suffer til you got to beg for ya
Now turn the 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 a white diablo
know my motto, lets get money, macho camacho
Applaud another rapper, go collect the nacho
Oh shit, hope you don't slip, another commit
The episode comin on teen
Little corny nigga too quick, think he slick
Throwin a brick, off, lyin on his dick
Too late, you'll be the o' nigga that I love to hate
Brutally bust ya shit like a nigga turned
Time of the year, great, clean slate
Throw a nickle plate, 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
so much money staff calculate the math
Laugh you know the half, in the stash
watch the wind blow the blunt ash
You had a blast , now how long you gonna
Ice for nothing, you make yoself ass
Brace yoself one time, know what I mean dun
cross the foul line, it be yo last one

(chorus til end)