Luyện nghe bài hát Friday Night

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

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

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

mine 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 scootch you through the hood, then we gone get up in tricks
It's Friday

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

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

Straight sellin' my Texas G
sucka free as I L-O-C
It's night

Two players on a hoodrat
You niggas can't see me and you can't see my nigga
First we do is hit the club
I'm seein' hella bitches in the corners, tryin' to show your 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 out 'n club hoppin since '83, ain't this a bitch
And the bitch is hoin'
See, get at broke, bitch and fake smile and keep strollin' Locc,

See them busters in the corner, don't like my hood
I like their hood, so it ain't all good
So keep ya 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 buck us, we these guns and bust 'em
I gots that millimetre in tha parkin' lot
Fuck 'em Locc, we some bitches at the Mariott

Straight sellin' my Texas G
Stayin' free as I L-O-C
Friday night

You motherfuckers better
Before you fuck around and lose and get cap peeled
Jumps on the elevator, hops off the six
on the door of room 604

Gets greeted by the biggest pair of 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 ain't no fun if my homey can't a bitch
dare ya ass to try to run that 2Pac shit

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

I go two or three hours and I'm sendin' these bitches off on way
See ya, you's a CJ
Nigga, how you the southern California freakin'?
Dogg, I'll be 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 it's the nigga C-Mack

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