Luyện nghe bài hát Friday Night

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

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

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

What's mine is yours and what's yours is
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 night

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

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

Straight with my Texas G
sucka free 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 nigga
First thang we do is hit the
I'm seein' hella bitches in the corners, tryin' to show your love
This is fly as a bird and gotta ass that could swang
From California all the way up thru

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

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

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

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

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

Gets greeted by the pair of thighs you wanna see
a pair just like 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 no fun if my homey can't twist a bitch
I'll dare ya ass to try to run that 2Pac

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

sellin' with my Texas OG
Stayin' free as I L-O-C
Friday night
You motherfuckers lay back
'Cos you can't see Face
Or just the nigga C-Mack

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