Luyện nghe bài hát 405 Friday's

Aiyyo I think time I let 'em know how I gets down
(what's that? ) how we do we do
where we from.. (what y'all do? )

I hit the freeway on a friday, the
Feelin real good like the lakers traded vlade
Could that be in the next lane?
I see her my windowpane, I wonder if she knows that cat dwayne
Johnson, nah not
I'm headed up fairfax to 'riq's spot
I, the quest for barbecues brews and fifths (what? )
lift niggaz while other niggaz talk shit
It's to mount up, tonight another show
Gotta let the whole world know how it go professionals
We're never amateur, pure like
on stage, or holdin the page writin
Or freestylin, on radio
Los ange-les, of scanda-lies, cash and (? ? )

[chorus:
'voisiers, marniers, friday's
Paydays, sunset glazed, damalay(? )
'voisiers, marniers, friday's
Paydays, sunset glazed, damalay(? )

Aiyyo I'm with the ball like paul pierce
Them brothers, that play for the wood, they fierce
Ahh, to each his own so I choose to
to rock, blow the spot, make it boil like crockpots
I, lyrics from a mini-mac cordless
Broads the name, see the frame, and they adore this
Hundred and ninety, nigga to get lively
Plus put in "between the sheets" like ron isley
At the bar, herut the cognac
Ice courvoisier, brothers around like seminars
I'm and ready like telly savales
Likwit crew, nuff respect to niggaz, we swiggy ballers

I fly the world, like (? ? )
Flies, to is-rael, and like valdez
I heat, lyrically
Over beats under the ground, from the mainstream
See where I dwells, it's all skills
This mc the walk when he talk, plus get on the wheels
And freak new release 1200 technics
Every week, got a hall of fame game, like
Wilkins, yo we sound killin
Many rippertons to etchin lab on my building
Yo x, yo youse a raw nigga
flex, time to collect figures
Yo (.. crew ..) me and you
We like the treble and bass, straight cousins, here to shake the
Almighty (? ), whom of allah me upon
We keep keep keep it on

- 2x