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
me when 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 wit bust on some lap shit
Befrore this rap shit, it was the corner crack
But now I'm on the world on some autograph
Spliff-a-spliff drop the 4 5th round the
So if you want war, let me deal with the
nothin to it, brother I got the heart to do it
Blast in, cover the wit ya fluid
Ya niggas stupid, ya got brains, use it
Ain't nithin gonna stop my black ass, from cash
On the real, that's how deeply I
A born again hooligan, hungry for this
Got the out platinum rings that you wanna steal
get it, watch ya whole shit get wetted
Street colonel cat, got enough to set it
So if you ain't shit , ya niggas need to dead it
my money, it cost bullets in ya tummy
It's all ral here, ain't no fear here
You around here, you catch ya death here
I mean it, you could front, but you it
Nigga your 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 nigga I would smoke a tree wit

(busta rhymes)(chorus)
2's

(busta rhymes)
Nowadays we blow like smoke out the
Contamenatin smoke makin me cough
I mean we to turn this wak shit off
Wak niggas is sick wit the flu sippin broth
Now here's another winnin
Gettin money, fine cuisine like buttered shrimp and rice pilaf
Stay heavily armed, salom
Watch you bitch ass suffer til you got to beg for ya
Now turn the truck on, get ya fuck on, got you on
right between yo legs, get yo suck on
Drink bottles, treat niggas like gus
Eat avacado, soon to go a white diablo
know my motto, lets get money, macho camacho
Applaud rapper, lets go collect the nacho
Oh shit, hope you don't slip, another murder
The comin on teen summit
Little corny nigga too quick, think he slick
Throwin a brick, yappin off, on his dick
Too late, you'll be the o' nigga that I love to hate
bust ya shit like a nigga turned primate
Time of the year, great, clean slate
a nickle plate, property shoppin to but a landscape
How they say niggas 'ill never have
Now we possess the 5s wit the red nav
things like signin graffiti on autograph
Gettin so much money staff calculate the
you know the half, eyin in the stash
Mediatin watch the blow the blunt ash
You had a , now how long you gonna last
Ice grillin for nothing, you yoself ass
yoself one more time, know what I mean dun
Violate cross the line, it be yo last one

(chorus til end)