Luyện nghe bài hát Friday Night

Damn, a bitch
thing
Ring CJ, do what he doin' in
Hello? Hey, wuz up nigga, Face

What up
Feelin' I'm come fuck wit you
Come on down
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 ho named Tiki, she got homies we can twist
All we need's some and a motherfuckin' fifth
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, then we gone get up in tricks
It's night

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

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

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

Two players on a hoodrat
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, to show your homey love
This bitch is fly as a and gotta ass that could swang
From California all the way up Pittsburgh

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

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

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

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

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

Gets by the biggest pair of thighs you wanna see
With a just like a 'Mona' homegirl G
See, vee like the mix and vee the twist of 'em
Face, you can hit it first and we can switch
It ain't no fun if my homey can't a bitch
I'll 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 with a Texas cowboy, I puts it down boy
You ready for the second go, you it

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

Straight sellin' my Texas OG
Stayin' sucka as I L-O-C
Friday night
You motherfuckers better lay
'Cos you can't see that
Or it's the nigga C-Mack

Yeah, Mr and CJ Mack
in much work for Rap-A-Lot 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 glasses on, y'knowhutI'msayin'?