Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Scene

The night time is an ill 'cause 'nuff crime
that never gets aired on the prime
TV stations, public
Gives the okay for what gets in the nation

You got the whole world lookin' at "I Lucy"
bitches on the corner sellin' pussy
A variety'll give your friend for a 10
doin' rimshots

Do more heads barbershops will
their legs to the public for a meal
Damn it's a shame, the looks unreal
graduates sometime kneel

Check out the crack scene there
Those two motherfuckers gonna make about a million this
Sell to friends for a Benz
their race for a taste

For what they call or see as being the good
Gold nuggets, of ducats
number 1-800-Asshole
Sellin' stone so we can see bones

'Cause crackheads don't have fat legs
Skull all soft, it can crack eggs
You fiend for the flavor, for the hit
Grandma's walkin' home, so you her shit

Send her to the hospital, for twenty
Beam for a half an hour, that's
Other [Incomprehensible] your high, for a few low
Ten minutes later, you need some

So you'll croak, maybe by a stroke
You don't want the life , no you want coke
Now the robbers, they just steal
They move cats, some on crack

They'll vic up to Jeeps
motherfuckers play for keeps
They'll do anything that's on their
They come deep, plus pack nines

don't care, won't shed no tears
Don't try to appeal for 'cause it's silly
They Polo coats, baseball caps
The elderly is the main and the snack

These young kids that their cribs
Hang on the streets, then squids
up on the scene with a certain lean
And then slide out but they're your green

And now you're
And you want to
But it's a different
With rules, the night scene

Yo check this out
is gettin' kinda hard, youknowhatI'msayin'?
Yo bitch, you have to get me some serious money
On this motherfucker,

You better go out and
Find some friends for five or some shit

'Cause y'know, if I don't get my
You know gonna happen right?
Somebody gonna get hurt out motherfucker
You know that, you know

The night time is a different time to
You know the rules or they'll let you know
Your can't take the pressure, of the scene
Peripheral vision and decisions be keen

this is a place that's far from clean
Apocalypse Now, but later on you say a dream
But it's not a dream, reality
Stand on the and you're a goner

Go home and under your mom's wing
I will sing, bring
A new to make some green
But stay home, not the scene, come on

What? Yo where the motherfuckin' money at
Nah, I don't hear nuttin' about no
College and shit
I want my motherfuckin' money, now bitch

So do this alright?
You ain't holdin' out
'Cause I'll fly that motherfuckin'
about now, okay?