Luyện nghe bài hát Last Night

(busta rhymes)(chorus)
Comin in the last night(uh hum)
boy fear last night(uh oh)
Me couldn't 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 scared to death to me
See me on the stage wit on some rap shit
They see me in the club wit bust on some lap
Befrore rap shit, it was the corner crack shit
But now I'm on the world on some shit
Spliff-a-spliff the 4 5th round the waiste
So if you want war, let me with the case
Ain't nothin to it, I got the heart to do it
Blast in, cover the sidewalk wit ya
Ya stupid, ya got brains, brother use it
Ain't nithin stop my black ass, from gettin cash
On the real, how deeply I feel
A born hooligan, hungry for this meal
Got the out platinum rings that you wanna steal
Come get it, watch ya whole shit get
Street colonel cat, got cats to set it
So if you ain't doin , ya niggas need to dead it
Watchin my money, it cost bullets in ya
It's all ral here, there ain't no here
You mess here, you catch ya death here
I mean it, you front, but you believe it
Nigga guard your life I turn around 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 blow like out the exhaust
Contamenatin smoke still me cough
I mean we bout to this wak shit off
Wak is sick wit the flu sippin chicken broth
Now here's another ripoff
Gettin money, eatin fine cuisine like shrimp and rice pilaf
Stay armed, alakun salom
Watch you bitch ass suffer til you got to beg for ya
Now turn the truck on, get ya on, got you stuck on
Stupid between yo legs, get yo suck on
bottles, treat niggas like gus d'amoto
Eat avacado, soon to go a white diablo
know my motto, lets get money, macho camacho
Applaud another rapper, go collect the nacho
Oh shit, hope you slip, another murder commit
The episode comin on summit
Little corny nigga too quick, think he slick
Throwin a brick, yappin off, lyin on his
Too late, be the type o' nigga that I love to hate
Brutally bust ya shit like a turned primate
Time of the year, feel great, slate
a nickle plate, property shoppin to but a landscape
How they say street niggas 'ill have
Now we possess the 5s wit the red nav
Doin like signin graffiti on autograph
Gettin so much staff calculate the math
Laugh you know the half, eyin in the
Mediatin watch the wind blow the ash
You had a blast , now how you gonna last
Ice for nothing, you make yoself ass
Brace yoself one more time, know I mean dun
cross the foul line, it be yo last one

(chorus til end)