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 don't 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
They see me in the club wit bust on some lap
Befrore this rap shit, it was the crack shit
But now I'm on the world on autograph shit
Spliff-a-spliff drop the 4 5th the waiste
So if you want war, let me deal with the
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 my black ass, from gettin cash
On the real, that's how deeply I
A again hooligan, hungry for this meal
Got the out platinum rings that you wanna steal
Come get it, watch ya shit get wetted
Street colonel cat, got enough to set it
So if you ain't doin shit , ya need to dead it
Watchin my money, it cost bullets in ya
It's all ral here, there ain't no fear
You mess around here, you ya death here
I mean it, you could front, but you it
Nigga guard life before I turn around and steal it
Look into my eyes and analyze what you wit
If I find 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 smoke out the
Contamenatin smoke still makin me
I mean we bout to turn this wak off
Wak is sick wit the flu sippin chicken broth
Now here's winnin ripoff
Gettin money, eatin fine cuisine like shrimp and rice pilaf
Stay heavily armed, salom
you bitch ass suffer til you got to beg for ya moms
Now turn the on, get ya fuck on, got you stuck on
Stupid between yo legs, get yo suck on
Drink bottles, treat niggas 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, you don't slip, another murder commit
The episode comin on teen
Little corny nigga 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 bust ya shit like a turned primate
Time of the year, great, clean slate
Throw a nickle plate, property shoppin to but a
How they say street niggas never have
Now we possess the 5s wit the red nav
Doin things like signin on autograph
Gettin so much money staff the math
you know the half, eyin in the stash
Mediatin watch the wind the blunt ash
You had a blast , now how you gonna last
Ice grillin for nothing, you make ass
Brace one more time, know what I mean dun
Violate cross the foul line, it be yo one

(chorus til end)