Luyện nghe bài hát Friday Night

Damn, this a
Motherfuckin'
Ring CJ, do he doin' in California
Hey, wuz up nigga, it's Face

What up
Feelin' I'm gone fuck wit you
Come on loco
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 named Tiki, she got we can twist
All we need's some 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 treatin' me
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' down the shore, gettin' at fly ho
I'm wit my homey, ain't set trippin'
Drops my shit off at his house and we kept flippin'
Now see y'know your nigga don't

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

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

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

Hold up Locc, what? I that flea
She been out 'n hoppin since '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, don't like my hood
I don't like their hood, so it ain't all
So ya eyes on 'em
'Cos if it [Incomprehensible] line, we gotta on 'em, ride on 'em

I no problem 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
Fuck 'em Locc, we gots some at the Mariott

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

You motherfuckers chill
Before you fuck around and 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
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 then we can
It ain't no fun if my homey can't twist a
I'll ya ass to try to run that 2Pac shit

I goes high-ho silver, the fuckin' Moan 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 sendin' these off on their way
See ya, a fool CJ
Nigga, how you like the southern California
Dogg, I'll be every motherfuckin' weekend
Friday night

Straight with my Texas OG
Stayin' free as I L-O-C
It's Friday
You motherfuckers better lay
you can't see that Face
Or it's just the C-Mack

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