Luyện nghe bài hát Last Night

(busta rhymes)(chorus)
Comin in the dance night(uh hum)
Busta boy fear 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 like me
Screw me the site me
Pop a lot of shit, but they to death to fight me
See me on the stage wit bust on rap shit
They see me in the club wit on some lap shit
this rap shit, it was the corner crack shit
But now I'm on the world on some shit
Spliff-a-spliff drop the 4 5th the waiste
So if you want war, let me with the case
Ain't to it, brother I got the heart to do it
Blast in, the sidewalk wit ya fluid
Ya stupid, ya got brains, brother use it
Ain't nithin gonna stop my black ass, from gettin
On the real, how deeply I feel
A born hooligan, hungry for this meal
Got the iced- out platinum rings that you steal
get it, watch ya whole shit get wetted
Street cat, got enough cats to set it
So if you ain't doin , ya niggas need to dead it
Watchin my money, it bullets in ya tummy
all ral here, there ain't no fear here
You mess around here, you catch ya death
I it, you could front, but you believe it
Nigga guard your life before I turn and steal it
into my eyes and analyze what you deal wit
If I find you, I take 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
smoke still makin me cough
I mean we to turn this wak shit off
Wak niggas is sick wit the flu sippin broth
Now another winnin ripoff
Gettin money, eatin cuisine like buttered shrimp and rice pilaf
Stay heavily armed, salom
Watch you bitch ass til you got to beg for ya moms
Now turn the truck on, get ya on, got you stuck on
Stupid right yo legs, get yo suck on
bottles, treat niggas like gus d'amoto
Eat avacado, to go purchase a white diablo
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 on teen summit
corny nigga talk too quick, think he slick
Throwin a brick, off, lyin on his dick
Too late, you'll be the type o' that I love to hate
Brutally bust ya shit like a nigga primate
Time of the year, feel great, clean
a nickle plate, property shoppin to but a landscape
How say street niggas 'ill never have
Now we possess the 5s wit the red nav
Doin things like signin graffiti on
Gettin so much staff calculate the math
Laugh you know the half, eyin in the
Mediatin the wind blow the blunt ash
You had a blast , now how long you gonna
Ice grillin for nothing, you make ass
Brace yoself one time, know what I mean dun
Violate cross the foul line, it be yo one

(chorus til end)