Luyện nghe bài hát Last Night

(busta rhymes)(chorus)
Comin in the last night(uh hum)
Busta boy 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 don't me
Screw me the site me
Pop a lot of shit, but scared to death to fight me
See me on the stage wit 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
drop the 4 5th round 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 gonna stop my black ass, from gettin cash
On the real, how deeply I feel
A born again hooligan, for this meal
Got the iced- out platinum rings you wanna steal
Come get it, ya whole shit get wetted
colonel cat, got enough cats to set it
So if you doin shit , ya niggas need to dead it
Watchin my money, it cost in ya tummy
It's all ral here, there ain't no fear
You mess around here, you catch ya death
I mean it, you front, but you believe it
Nigga guard life 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 I would never 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 bout to turn wak shit off
Wak niggas is sick wit the flu chicken broth
Now here's another ripoff
Gettin money, eatin fine cuisine buttered shrimp and rice pilaf
Stay armed, alakun 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 between yo legs, get yo on
Drink bottles, niggas like gus d'amoto
Eat avacado, soon to go purchase a diablo
Niggas know my motto, lets get money, macho
Applaud rapper, lets go collect the nacho
Oh shit, hope you don't slip, another commit
The episode on teen summit
Little nigga talk too quick, think he slick
Throwin a brick, yappin off, lyin on his
Too late, you'll be the type o' nigga that I love to
Brutally ya shit like a nigga turned primate
of the year, feel great, clean slate
Throw a nickle plate, property shoppin to but a
How say street niggas 'ill never have
Now we the 5s wit the cherry red nav
Doin things signin graffiti on autograph
Gettin so much money staff the math
Laugh you know the half, eyin in the
watch 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 more time, know I mean dun
Violate cross the line, it be yo last one

(chorus til end)