Luyện nghe bài hát Friday Night

Damn, this a
thing
Ring CJ, do what he in California
Hello? Hey, wuz up nigga, it's

up Fizzace?
Feelin' I'm gone fuck wit you
Come on down
Ai, please have some bitches,

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

What's mine is yours and what's is mines
When I'm in Houston, you be me fine
I you up in L.A.X. around 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' the shore, gettin' at every fly ho
I'm wit my homey, ain't set trippin'
Drops my shit off at his house and then we flippin'
Now see y'know nigga don't sleep

enough and see
Well, hand your nigga some
So I can feel in these cold ass L.A. streets
Now hook ya nigga wit some L.A. freaks,
It's Friday

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

Two players on a hoodrat
You niggas can't see me and you can't see my Face
thang we do is hit the club
I'm seein' hella bitches in the corners, tryin' to show your love
This bitch is fly as a bird and gotta ass that swang
From California all the way up thru

Hold up Locc, I know that flea
She been out 'n club hoppin since '83, ain't this a
And the bitch is still
See, get at broke, and fake smile and keep strollin' Locc, right

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

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

Straight sellin' my Texas G
Stayin' sucka free as I
It's Friday

You motherfuckers chill
Before you fuck and lose 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 then we can
It ain't no fun if my homey can't a bitch
I'll dare ya ass to try to run that shit

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

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

sellin' with my Texas OG
Stayin' free as I L-O-C
Friday night
You motherfuckers lay back
'Cos you see that Face
Or it's the nigga C-Mack

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