Luyện nghe bài hát Friday Night

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

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

Locc, I hustlin' all week
the night, I dips 'n try to step up in a freak
I call this ho 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 treatin' me
I scoop you up in L.A.X. 6
I scootch you through the hood, then we get up in these tricks
It's night

Two players in a 5-0-0
Slidin' down the shore, at every fly ho
I'm wit my homey, nobody set trippin'
Drops my shit off at his and then we kept flippin'
Now see y'know your nigga sleep

enough and see
Well, hand nigga some heat
So I can feel warm in these cold ass L.A.
Now ya nigga wit some L.A. freaks, baby
Friday night

Straight sellin' my Texas G
Stayin' sucka free as I
Friday 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 your homey love
bitch is fly as a bird and gotta ass that could swang
From California all the way up thru

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

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

I gots no kickin' dust up, wit punk ass little busters
Who wants to try to us, we grab these guns 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
sucka free as I L-O-C
It's Friday

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

Gets greeted by the biggest pair of you wanna see
With a pair like 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 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, like the fuckin' Ranger
Playin' out my dick, inside a total fuckin' stranger
You fuckin' 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 these bitches off on their way
See ya, a fool CJ
Nigga, how you like the California freakin'?
Dogg, be back every motherfuckin' weekend
Friday night

Straight with my Texas OG
Stayin' sucka free as I
It's night
You better lay back
'Cos you can't see Face
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 better stay down
'Cos y'all punks couldn't see us with ultrasound
You motherfuckers couldn't see us with on, y'knowhutI'msayin'?