Luyện nghe bài hát Last Night

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

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

2]
Now in the entertainment they have sweeps weeks
But it's Thursday in my hood when they sweep them
A whole fleet of the task that they call CRASH
That's Community Resources Against Hoodlums
If anyone should ask what the reflects
Put into effect to try to the gangs in check
Now they're another gang out bangin' they set
Known for stirring up shit when your hood is at peace
The only pig I dying to create beef
But let me get on my story so that all of y'all can peep
Once I'm on my block right, known as Cloverdale
2K2 while I'm talkin' on my cell well
While I'm inside eyes glued to the
CRASH rolls on my homies the Thursday routine
What's your name, where you goin', where you been, you from
We say the same thing while they play dumb
We don't we got J-O-B's
Still they make 'em turn around and get down on they
Me, I'm in the house I just 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 Nextel phone in my
They yell freeze, guns aimed at me
And even though I drop my phone 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 holler at my
Have a few beers, smoke, and a few jokes so
To the block I bail but when I got to the
Everybody's on the porch lookin' as hell
They start to tell me on how fools from the other side
tried to kill T, he don't fuck with nobody
Just be his biz
So you have to understand what an situation this Terry thing is
My nigga never gang-banged a day in his so
Fuckin' with him is not a way to stripes
But a way to get off the motherfuckin' planet
I don't claim to be a killer with a heart made of
But try to my best friend and it's on goddammit
I had the big roll me over to my place
So I could pick up this nine I just in case
of some shit this, a box of hollow-tips
I back to the block with the heat in my hand
We sat up in the house loadin' guns, plans
They asked me was it stolen, and why I never 'em
Nobody in the hood knew that I was holdin'
I told 'em I but I did it on purpose
So they wouldn't ask to it to go and do dirt with
Now we locked and loaded and to hit the streets
When we look to the corner there's a Jeep to creep
With its off, we all leap for cover
They start to let off - now how does this
When I hit the deck, my pistol the ground
So the homey picked it up and let off a couple
After that went I knew I might get clowned
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