Luyện nghe bài hát Long Nite

(Koopsta Knicca)
I gotta plan in on your ass bitch
This little short young in them caskets
You bein' black nigga rolled up layed up on your ass hoe
Better run by Koopsta Crunchy Juice Paul Boo and
Theres a whole lotta in my world today
Which means you run a nigga like Koop a nutcase
I can tell by tha day its gonna be a long night
When I take a swipe for you life my big black nine
Now while Im kickin' niggas
to kill 'em though
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 riches

(Lord Infamous)
'cause niggaz want to really try to jump up
But know they gonna catch a couple
of my sub-machine gun to they jaws
I kick shit flyin' tha air
You wanna to test me ?
I'm tha Infamous I wanna break some laws
I practice secret forms of culture
Dead culture
>From my pet
Sleepin' in tha death defying beyond human
Into my temple in tha middle of Mount Everest
pine as I sky dive off a mountain
In my blood squirtin' high out of fountains
corpses in my black fortress
In tha paintin' satanic portraits

(DJ Paul)
See it was me, Lil Buck, and my nigga Lil
And thug ass fool I never seen in my life
We roll in Bobby's with tha gold bones and vogues
grain
top
Steady pullin' them
Tha nigga that I know said he had some on a weed
And stoppin' by tha crib so he can get up on some
I've shit in tha game as soon as he opened his mouth
We dropped him off tha fool went behind tha fuckin'
I think shit about it but some minutes had to pass
Make me not trust his busta ass
I looked around and somethin' just made my eye
Twenty mo niggaz dressed just tha bitch
Not takin' no I'm knowin' it's a stick up
But when we tried to we got blocked by a pickup
Dropped tha tryin to test my pimpin'
To see what I'm all
But speakin to soon I got
I stepped up out tha Cadillac
Vision blur I'm 9-9
I was up on my back seein' a 6-6 up on a street
Lil Buck slamed right them durves
Baby you to scoop me as I cross straight to tha curb
My Lil Knife let tha Tech start rippin' me
tha last hoes who still stood on they feet
Now we gettin' tha fuck up out of the
That was all but takin some lifes made 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 niggas over phone calls
buck
Knowin' when they get they sentence man they ass stuck
Niggas always nervous they servin bustas with a swords
Pullin' tha real killaz, GD's, and Vice Lords
Lower level a joke
A nigga got his neck
Thrown to tha ground a bitch pickin' up tha soap
But I wasn't goin cas a nigga like me kept my
If a fool stepped to me his face'll be in tha
Waitin' for a guard talkin'
It'll be a
In 201 locked
It was a ass night

(Lord Infamous)
We them devils basement
I walked down tha
Where tha are lined with candle light

Goin' it enter tha Triple Six Mafia gun
Soon I will choose tha weapon I find most
For reasons I take tha & Wesson and a Mac 10
Paul in he grabbed a street sweeper
Grim and a Glock 19
Crunchy Black he took tha M-16
Boo called tha
Told him to get tha ready for burial
Of the
Lets put them on Unsolved
Ease creep up in tha trees with tha night scope
And held it on tha blunt can blow nothin' but red
Them niggas died in a blast we stuck gas in
Motha Triple 6 assassins