Luyện nghe bài hát Long Nite

(Koopsta Knicca)
I gotta plan in command on ass bitch
This little short young niggas in caskets
You bein' front black nigga rolled up layed up on ass hoe
Better run by Koopsta Crunchy Juice Paul Boo and
Theres a whole lotta demons in my today
Which means you run into a nigga Koop a nutcase
I can tell by tha day its gonna be a long night
When I take a swipe for you my big black buldgin' nine
Now Im kickin' niggas fiendin'
Just to kill 'em
Before I go I get Swishaz with them Navajos
Upon tha Mississippi
Now can I fuckin' it
You answer quick
Before I hit you for them

(Lord Infamous)
'cause them niggaz to really try to jump up
But they know they gonna catch a
of my gun fire to they jaws
I kick flyin' through tha air
You wanna dare to me ?
I'm tha Infamous nightmare I wanna some laws
I practice forms of voodoo culture
flesh culture
>From my pet
Sleepin' in tha death defying beyond measurements
Into my private temple in tha of Mount Everest
Smokin pine as I sky off a mountain
In my blood squirtin' high out of fountains
Countin in my black fortress
In tha hallway satanic portraits

(DJ Paul)
See it was me, Lil Buck, and my nigga Lil
And some thug ass fool I seen in my life
We roll in Bobby's 'Lac with tha gold bones and
Full
top
Steady pullin' them
Tha nigga that I didn't know said he had on a weed
And by tha crib so he can get up on some cheese
I've seen shit in tha as soon as he opened his mouth
We him off tha fool went behind tha fuckin' house
I didn't think about it but some minutes had to pass
Make me not trust his busta ass
I around and somethin' just made my eye switch
mo niggaz dressed just like tha bitch
Not no chances I'm knowin' it's a stick up
But when we tried to bail we got by a pickup
Dropped tha fools tryin to my pimpin'
To see what I'm all
But speakin to soon I got
When I up out tha Cadillac
Vision I'm seein' 9-9
I was up on my seein' a 6-6 up on a street sign
Lil Buck slamed right into them
Baby you want to scoop me as I cross to tha curb
My nigga Lil Knife let tha Tech rippin' me
>From tha last hoes who still stood on feet
Now we tha fuck up out of the hood
That was all wrong but takin some lifes it right
It was a long

(Juicy "J")
It was a long when I was locked down in 201
Back against tha smokin a square 'cause it aint no fun
Watch them fight over phone calls
buck
Knowin' they get they life sentence man they ass stuck
Niggas always nervous 'cause they servin bustas a swords
Pullin' tha real killaz, GD's, Crips and Lords
Lower level aint a
A got his neck broke
Thrown to tha ground a bitch pickin' up tha soap
But I wasn't goin cas a like me kept my shank
If a stepped to me his face'll be in tha paint
Waitin' for a talkin' smart
be a fight
In 201 locked
It was a ass night

(Lord Infamous)
We caught them devils
I down tha hallway
tha walls are lined with candle light

Goin' it enter tha Triple Six Mafia gun
Soon I will choose tha weapon I most appropriate
For I take tha Smith & Wesson and a Mac 10
walked in he grabbed a street sweeper
Grim Reaper and a 19
Black he took tha goddamn M-16
Boo called tha
him to get tha shovel ready for burial
Of the
put them on Unsolved Mysteries
Ease please up in tha trees with tha night scope
And held it on tha blunt can blow but red dope
Them died in a blast we stuck they gas in
Motha fuckin' Triple 6