Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Scene

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

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

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

Check out the crack over there
Those two motherfuckers gonna make a million this year
Sell to their for a Benz
Kill their race for a

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

'Cause most don't have fat legs
Skull all soft, it can crack like
You for the flavor, steal 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 your high, for a few stay low
Ten later, you need some blow

So eventually croak, maybe by a stroke
You don't want the good , no you want coke
Now come the robbers, they steal
move like cats, some on crack

They'll vic anything up to
These motherfuckers for keeps
do anything that's on their mind
They come nine deep, plus pack

They don't care, won't shed no
Don't try to for pity 'cause it's silly
They wear Polo coats, baseball
The elderly is the course and the snack

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

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

Yo baby check out
Times is gettin' hard, youknowhatI'msayin'?
Yo bitch, you gonna to get me some serious money
On motherfucker, youknowhatI'msayin'?

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

y'know, if I don't get my money
You know what's gonna happen
Somebody gonna get hurt out this
You know that, you that

The night time is a different to flow
You gotta know the rules or let you know
Your heart can't the pressure, of the scene
Peripheral vision and must be keen

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

Go home and chill under mom's wing
I sing, hopefully bring
A new alternative to make green
But home, not the night scene, come on

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

So let's do alright?
You ain't holdin' out
'Cause I'll fly motherfuckin' head
about now, okay?