Luyện nghe bài hát Friday Night

Damn, this a
Motherfuckin'
Ring CJ, do what he doin' in
Hello? Hey, wuz up nigga, Face

What up
Feelin' I'm gone fuck wit you
on down loco
Ai, please some bitches, please

Locc, I been hustlin' all
Tonight's the night, I dips 'n try to step up in a
I call this ho Tiki, she got homies we can twist
All we need's some and a motherfuckin' fifth
Is you wit me

What's is yours and what's yours is mines
When I'm in Houston, you be me fine
I scoop you up in L.A.X. 6
I you through the hood, then we gone get up in these tricks
It's Friday

Two in a black 5-0-0
Slidin' down the shore, gettin' at fly ho
I'm wit my homey, ain't set trippin'
Drops my off at his house and then we kept flippin'
Now see y'know your nigga sleep

Homey' and see
Well, hand your nigga heat
So I can warm in these cold ass L.A. streets
Now hook ya wit some L.A. freaks, baby
Friday night

Straight with my Texas G
sucka free as I L-O-C
It's night

Two on a hoodrat chase
You can't see me and you can't see my nigga Face
First we do is hit the club
I'm seein' hella bitches in the corners, tryin' to show homey love
This bitch is fly as a bird and ass that could swang
California all the way up thru Pittsburgh

Hold up Locc, what? I know flea
She been out 'n club hoppin since '83, this a bitch
And the is still hoin'
See, get at broke, bitch and fake and keep strollin' Locc, right

See them busters in the corner, they like my hood
I don't like hood, so it ain't all good
So keep ya on 'em
'Cos if it [Incomprehensible] line, we slide on 'em, ride on 'em

I gots no problem kickin' dust up, wit punk ass busters
Who wants to try to buck us, we these guns and bust 'em
I gots that millimetre in tha parkin' lot
'em Locc, we gots some bitches at the Mariott

Straight with my Texas G
Stayin' free as I L-O-C
It's Friday

You better chill
Before you fuck around and and get your cap peeled
on the elevator, hops off the six floor
Knocks on the door of 604

Gets greeted by the biggest pair of thighs you see
With a pair just a 'Mona' homegirl G
See, vee like the mix and vee like the of 'em
Face, you can hit it first and we can switch
It ain't no fun if my homey twist a bitch
I'll dare ya ass to try to run 2Pac shit

I goes high-ho silver, like the Moan Ranger
Playin' here's out my dick, inside a total fuckin'
You fuckin' with a Texas cowboy, I puts it boy
You for the second go, you know it

I go two or hours and I'm sendin' these bitches off on their way
See ya, you's a CJ
Nigga, how you like the southern California
Dogg, be back every motherfuckin' weekend
Friday night

Straight with my Texas OG
sucka free as I L-O-C
It's Friday
You motherfuckers lay back
'Cos you can't see Face
Or it's just the C-Mack

Yeah, Mr Scarface and CJ
Puttin' in much work for Rap-A-Lot and West for the 9-5
You better stay down
'Cos y'all punks couldn't see us with ultrasound
You motherfuckers couldn't see us glasses on, y'knowhutI'msayin'?