Luyện nghe bài hát Friday Night

Damn, a bitch
Motherfuckin'
Ring CJ, do he doin' in California
Hello? Hey, wuz up nigga, it's

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

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

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

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

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

sellin' with my Texas G
Stayin' sucka as I L-O-C
It's night

Two on a hoodrat chase
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 homey love
This bitch is fly as a bird and gotta ass that swang
From California all the way up Pittsburgh

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

See them busters in the corner, 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' up, wit punk ass little busters
Who to try to buck us, we grab these guns and bust 'em
I gots tena millimetre in tha parkin' lot
Fuck 'em Locc, we gots bitches at the Mariott

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

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

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

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

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

Straight sellin' with my OG
Stayin' sucka as I L-O-C
It's night
You better lay back
'Cos you can't see that
Or it's just the nigga

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