Luyện nghe bài hát Last Night

(busta rhymes)(chorus)
Comin in the dance night(uh hum)
boy fear last night(uh oh)
Me find me nine(um hum)
So me go, out me knife(so me say)
(repeat 2'x)

(spilff star)
A lot of brothers don't me
Screw me the site me
Pop a lot of shit, but they to death to fight me
See me on the wit bust on some rap shit
They see me in the club wit bust on lap shit
this rap shit, it was the corner crack shit
But now I'm on the world on some autograph
Spliff-a-spliff drop the 4 5th the waiste
So if you want war, let me with the case
Ain't nothin to it, brother I got the to do it
in, cover the sidewalk wit ya fluid
Ya stupid, ya got brains, brother use it
Ain't nithin gonna stop my ass, from gettin cash
On the real, that's how I feel
A born again hooligan, hungry for meal
Got the out platinum rings that you wanna steal
Come get it, ya whole shit get wetted
Street colonel cat, got enough to set it
So if you ain't doin shit , ya niggas need to it
Watchin my money, it bullets in ya tummy
It's all ral here, ain't no fear here
You mess here, you catch ya death here
I it, you could front, but you believe it
Nigga guard your before I turn around and steal it
Look into my eyes and what you deal wit
If I can't find you, I it out on who you be wit
Type of bitch nigga I would smoke a tree wit

(busta rhymes)(chorus)
2's

(busta rhymes)
Nowadays we like smoke out the exhaust
Contamenatin still makin me cough
I mean we to turn this wak shit off
Wak niggas is sick wit the flu chicken broth
Now here's another ripoff
Gettin money, fine cuisine like buttered shrimp and rice pilaf
Stay heavily armed, alakun
Watch you bitch ass til you got to beg for ya moms
Now turn the truck on, get ya fuck on, got you on
Stupid right yo legs, get yo suck on
Drink bottles, treat niggas like gus
Eat avacado, soon to go purchase a white
Niggas my motto, lets get money, macho camacho
Applaud another rapper, lets go the nacho
Oh shit, you don't slip, another murder commit
The episode comin on teen
Little corny nigga talk too quick, think he
Throwin a brick, off, lyin on his dick
Too late, you'll be the type o' nigga that I to hate
Brutally ya shit like a nigga turned primate
Time of the year, feel great, clean
a nickle plate, property shoppin to but a landscape
How they say street niggas never have
Now we possess the 5s wit the red nav
Doin things like graffiti on autograph
Gettin so much money calculate the math
you know the half, eyin in the stash
Mediatin the wind blow the blunt ash
You had a blast , now how long you gonna
Ice for nothing, you make yoself ass
Brace yoself one more time, know what I dun
Violate cross the foul line, it be yo one

(chorus til end)