Luyện nghe bài hát Last Night

1]
Now some gangsta rap's the CNN of the streets
But used as an excuse to pretend over beats
So I'ma lend my speech to all within my
To tell what really goes on cells to the streets
Now in LA as you know a war going on
And it's been going on before I was born
Though the undisputed has yet to be formed
It all used to boil to the red and the blue
But that got fucked up as the led the few
Now there's bloods killin' bloods and crips killin'
niggas killin' niggas they play kickball with
It ain't as as it was way back in '86
Let me give an example of some ol' MURS
My sect of is livin' on the edge
'cause there's gangs at war and none of them wear red
Any new car or face mean bloodshed
Which led to the night, I'm in my girl's Bug, right
I'm bout to hit the block to see who's chillin' on the outside
When I put it in park, the got a SK aimed at my ride
So I step out slowly, no one fear
He yells, that's Murs I see his beard here
But I told this story just to make things clear
So it don't seem weird when I ya this here

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Last night I almost got shot on my
Not the block where I at, the block where I chill at
Where I keep it at, and used to pack steel
At times I feel it's the spot I'll get at

2]
Now in the entertainment they have sweeps weeks
But it's Thursday in my hood when they sweep streets
A whole of the task that they simply call CRASH
Community Resources Against Street Hoodlums
If anyone should ask what the acronym
Put into to try to keep the gangs in check
Now they're just gang out bangin' they set
Known for stirring up shit when your hood is at peace
The only pig I know dying to beef
But let me get on with my story so that all of y'all can
again I'm on my block right, known as Cloverdale
Playin' 2K2 while I'm on my cell well
While I'm inside eyes glued to the
CRASH rolls on my homies with the Thursday
What's your name, where you goin', you been, where you from
We say the same thing while just play dumb
We gang-bang we got J-O-B's
Still they 'em turn around and get down on they knees
Me, I'm screamin' in the house I won by three
So I run out on the porch to tell the homies come and see
I see 'em on the ground and I'm like, god
Plus I got this black phone in my hand
They both yell freeze, guns at me
And even though I my phone it's plain to see

3]
It was a 2 month tour that ended in
So the day back I had to spend it with my fam
That night I was goin' down to at my folks
Have a few beers, smoke, and share a few so
To the block I but when I got to the dale
Everybody's on the porch distraught as hell
start to tell me on how some fools from the other side
just to kill T, he don't fuck with nobody
Just be his biz
So you have to understand an explosive situation this Terry thing is
My nigga gang-banged a day in his life so
Fuckin' with him is not a way to stripes
But a way to get wiped off the motherfuckin'
I claim to be a killer with a heart made of granite
But try to kill my friend and it's on goddammit
I had the big homey me over to my place
So I could pick up this I kept just in case
of some like this, a box of hollow-tips
I back to the block with the heat in my hand
We sat up in the house guns, makin' plans
They me was it stolen, and why I never told 'em
in the hood ever knew that I was holdin'
I told 'em I but I did it on purpose
So they ask to borrow it to go and do dirt with
Now we and loaded and about to hit the streets
When we look to the corner there's a tryin' to creep
With its headlights off, we all for cover
They start to let off - now how this sound?
When I hit the deck, my pistol the ground
So the homey picked it up and let off a couple
After that went down I knew I might get
So I shook to the crib to take a shower and lay
The next woke up, rolled out of bed
I called my girl up and is what I said