Luyện nghe bài hát Friday

Who dat? , ,
There they go, there go
they go
The motherfuckers,
You know it's fuckin' friday
We it like last friday
(niggas got shit to do)
(so we gon' get up)
Who

1]
Bert and hussein, back to back now that's
Smokin' ya brain, attack the like we some animals
Mechanical, live jaw, rap cannibals
Fire force survive bars, like we unhurtable
Swervin' through jerz emerge and serve you deserve to pull,
Another of oxygen,
Has is known for 'em
Kool chrome be droppin' 'em,
Killa be lockin' philipane
Drip from a toxic
Get wid it,
Out of control like we wid it
explode, licked you out the show
That bump did it
I block, murdock, army fatigued and,
to store blocks an' fort knox ya minor league shit
Breathe this, ballistic, shell khadafi
the blizzards when I make bail you can't stop me,
In jail all I can see provoking hell,
Chokin' at a third velocity
Obviously ya men have, been up the wrong tree
Microphone deep bomb first
Ya mind burst within a rhyme
Dirty bert rehearse the of me,
The clip's burnin' me
The cat who act
The redded,
it ya man said 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 rock that brand you

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

2]
We in thing together
build the same cheddar
It's strange I think paranoid clutchin' my waist
A fake relate to,
and honeys,
My hugs are
And thugs slugs for the money
Gunshots, mobbin' up quiet late
Walkin' down new, you think twice
This shit right,
all wrong,
we slide on
It ain't safe
Say it's strength in
We rolled the precint
Rev the up,
We '98 stick-ups
clips up
That flimsy ass we rip up
New jerz, come us
But don't us
Oppose, we throw holes in ya
Act whatever, whatever
When we clap we clap
Leavin' you cats on the
O.n.s. and the embassy,
Outlawz and
If it that,
It ain't to me
It ain't to me

3]
Fake lies, ya eyes,
Nigga die in the
You hip hop cop,
Playin' spy in the
We schemes to cream
we fiend for green
Wid the cops and watchin'
no need to dream
my team,
Full on ya knotty
Killuminati to ya
Got wid the shotti
Getto you for amaru,
Yak see you tomorrow,
I you here,
These other niggas be where are you?
The henny'll you,
Dirty semi I borrow,
No confrontation or
I shake up or startle
The taker
'em up like ron baker
Here to shake and break 'em
Like the la
I see 'em
Ain't no tellin' what i'ma bout to leave '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 shakin' waitin' for y'all to pick him up
Ya there,
Quick as you squeal, appeal
It's or be killed,
In this world of free
Every a game,
Wearin' is strange
From how you you'll be named
For what you doin' who you
You might, it's a game
From bein' critically
A war for pitiful game
Fuck wid

4]
From cops got our feet
Everybody up anybody get caught
Son keep quiet,
These c's me,
Two cds' of armed
Terroristic and possession of stolen property,
Keep to myself how I got to be, cats acknowledge me,
For the simple fact I live of the week periodically
Premeditated robberies, how you possibly
imperial s for a mental or methology
I'm realer than the cats that at me
I think probably, ride by and let 'em sample the varieties,
My ain't easy to swallow,
them five dollar bottles,
Kill or be my motto,
I do it I got to,
I'ma, straight up
I thug in this
On the ah me's my niggas that'll die for me
Would you ride for me? , or get on?
Been in this game so
I kick slick shit in sentence
have to grow on,
Throughout my hard times my vision was
Hustlin' fake niggas wanna beef wid me
I ain't puttin' it in my
You worth it,
Wid out contact I perfect,
Had the in front of the crowd
But in your you nervous,
Now chirpin',
The .38 special start
Leave two holes in ya
And put you on the side hurtin',
Now that's for out ya person,
(muthafuckaz)

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

Motherfuckin'
(tick time)
For all y'all niggas that fuck wit me
my shit come out,
It's about to too bitch,
(y'all know o.n.s nasty new)
Hey ric where the fuck the at
Three hundred and sixty motherfuckin' days in the waker
Ahaha, yo that calender
I for that shit.....
Yo man,
(moddy bang)
It's on for them
(killa black)
black.....