Luyện nghe bài hát Friday Night

Damn, a bitch
thing
Ring CJ, do what he in California
Hey, wuz up nigga, it's Face

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

Locc, I been all week
Tonight's the night, I 'n try to step up in a freak
I call this ho named Tiki, she got we can twist
All we need's chronic 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 scootch you through the hood, then we gone get up in these
It's Friday

Two players in a black
Slidin' down the shore, at every fly ho
I'm wit my homey, ain't nobody set
Drops my shit off at his and then we kept flippin'
Now see y'know your nigga sleep

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

sellin' with my Texas G
Stayin' sucka free as I
It's night

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

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

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

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

Straight sellin' with my G
Stayin' sucka free as I
Friday night

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

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

I goes silver, like the fuckin' Moan Ranger
Playin' here's out my dick, inside a total stranger
You fuckin' with a Texas cowboy, I it down 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 the southern California freakin'?
Dogg, I'll be back motherfuckin' weekend
Friday night

Straight sellin' my Texas OG
Stayin' sucka free as I
It's Friday
You better lay back
'Cos you can't see that
Or just the nigga C-Mack

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