Luyện nghe bài hát Friday

Who dat? , ,
they go, there they go
There go
The motherfuckers,
You know nigga fuckin' friday
We doin' it like last
(niggas ain't got to do)
(so we gon' get up)
Who

1]
Bert and hussein, back to back now flammable
Smokin' ya brain, attack the track like we some
Mechanical, live wire jaw, rap
Fire force survive bars, like we unhurtable
Swervin' through emerge and serve you don't deserve to pull,
Another of oxygen,
Has is known for 'em
Kool kas' chrome be 'em,
kane be lockin' philipane
Drip from a toxic
Get wid it,
Out of control we begun wid it
explode, licked you out the show
That bump did it
I block, murdock, army fatigued and,
Bout to store blocks an' fort knox ya league shit
Breathe this, ballistic, like khadafi
Bringin' the blizzards when I make bail you can't me,
In all that I can see provoking hell,
Chokin' at a third velocity
Obviously ya men have, barkin' up the wrong tree
Microphone strong bomb first
Ya mind burst within a rhyme
Dirty rehearse the worse of me,
The black clip's me
The cat who act
The redded,
Fuck it ya man it
Ya shoulda never let it
We wet it,
Squeezing, holes in ya crew,
Maestro can through,
When I pass the mac to rock nigga brand you
When I pass the mac to that nigga brand you

Ten out of ten
No ya is a ninth
We do wid no bail
Losin' half of our
Livin' the life of the
Losin' in the war
You can slice it down
Shit's trife around the

2]
We in this together
Tryna the same cheddar
It's sometimes I think paranoid clutchin' my waist
A fake couldn't to,
and honeys,
My are funny
And blow slugs for the money
Gunshots, mobbin' up quiet nights
Walkin' down new, you betta think
This shit right,
all wrong,
Narc's we on
It safe season
Say strength in numbers
We rolled the whole
Rev the up,
We '98 stick-ups
Loadin' up
flimsy ass vest we rip up
New jerz, check us
But test us
Oppose, we throw holes in ya
Act whatever, whatever
we clap we clap together
Leavin' you on the stretcher
O.n.s. and the embassy,
and pentagon
If it that,
It shit to me
It shit to me

3]
Fake lies, ya eyes,
die in the dark
You hip hop cop,
Playin' spy in the
We schemes to cream
we fiend for green
Wid the cops and watchin'
Ain't no to dream
my team,
Full on ya knotty
to ya body
Got mooned wid the
Getto you for amaru,
Yak see you tomorrow,
I you here,
These niggas be like where are you?
The henny'll you,
Dirty ever I borrow,
No confrontation or
I can't up or startle
The taker
'em up like ron baker
Here to shake and 'em down
the la lakers
I see 'em
Ain't no what i'ma bout to leave through 'em
he lay there I stay there
While the paramedics'll through him
Squeeze him,
Put the e to him, hit 'em up
He gon' lay there shakin' waitin' for to pick him up
Ya there,
as you squeal, I'll appeal
It's or be killed,
In this of free steel
Every a game,
Wearin' is strange
From how you move be named
For what you doin' who you
You might, think a game
From critically acclaimed
A war winner for pitiful
Fuck wid

4]
From cops got our tired
Everybody split up get caught
Son keep quiet,
c's watchin' me,
Two cds' of armed
bread and possession of stolen property,
Keep to myself that's how I got to be, cats me,
For the simple fact I live of the week periodically
robberies, how could you possibly
Mistake imperial s for a mental or
I'm than the cats that shot at me
I think probably, ride by and let 'em sample the varieties,
My hollow ain't to swallow,
Like five dollar bottles,
or be killed's my motto,
I do it I got to,
I'ma, straight up
I in this society
On the side ah me's my that'll die for me
Would you for me? , or get rode on?
Been in this game so
I slick shit in every sentence
Y'all have to on,
Throughout my hard my vision was blind
dimes fake niggas wanna beef wid me
I ain't it in my rhymes
You worth it,
Wid out contact I perfect,
Had the heart in of the crowd
But in eyes you nervous,
Now chirpin',
The .38 start squirtin'
Leave two in ya shirt
And put you on the street hurtin',
Now for talkin' out ya person,
(muthafuckaz)

Fatal hussein, hussein
Aiyyo, (recognise)
somebody come get me
(o.n.s., outlaw)
If not I'll be home in 5

Motherfuckin'
(tick time)
For all y'all that wanna fuck wit me
Before my come out,
It's to drop too bitch,
(y'all don't o.n.s nasty new)
Hey ric where the the henny at
Three hundred and sixty motherfuckin' days in the waker
Ahaha, yo fuck that
I ain't for shit.....
Yo man,
(moddy bang)
on for them niggas
(killa black)
black.....