Luyện nghe bài hát Long Nite

(Koopsta Knicca)
I gotta plan in command on ass bitch
This little short niggas in them caskets
You bein' front black rolled up layed up on your ass hoe
Better run by Crunchy Juice Paul Boo and Scarecrow
a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into a 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 buldgin'
Now while Im kickin' fiendin'
Just to kill 'em
I go I get them Swishaz with them Navajos
Upon tha Mississippi
Now can I kick it
You better answer
I hit you for them riches

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

(DJ Paul)
See it was me, Lil Buck, and my nigga Lil
And some thug ass I never seen in my life
We roll in Bobby's 'Lac with tha gold bones and
grain
top
Steady pullin' them
Tha nigga that I didn't 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 house
I didn't think shit about it but some minutes had to
Make me really not trust his ass
I looked and somethin' just made my eye switch
Twenty mo niggaz dressed like tha bitch
Not takin' no chances I'm knowin' a stick up
But when we to bail we got blocked by a pickup
Dropped tha fools tryin to my pimpin'
To see what I'm all
But speakin to soon I got
When I stepped up out tha
blur I'm seein' 9-9
I was up on my back a 6-6 up on a street sign
Lil Buck right into them durves
Baby you want to me as I cross straight to tha curb
My Lil Knife let tha Tech start rippin' me
>From tha hoes who still stood on they feet
Now we gettin' tha up out of the hood
That was all wrong but takin some made it right
It was a long

(Juicy "J")
It was a long night I was locked down in 201
Back against tha wall smokin a square 'cause it no fun
Watch them niggas fight 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, Crips and Lords
Lower aint a joke
A nigga got his neck
Thrown to tha ground like a bitch pickin' up tha
But I wasn't goin cas a nigga me kept my shank
If a fool stepped to me his face'll be in tha
for a guard talkin' smart
It'll be a
In 201 locked
It was a long ass

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

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