Luyện nghe bài hát Friday Night

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

What up
Feelin' I'm come fuck wit you
on down loco
Ai, please have bitches, please

Locc, I been all week
Tonight's the night, I 'n try to step up in a freak
I call this ho named Tiki, she got 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
I'm in Houston, you be treatin' me fine
I you up in L.A.X. around 6
I scootch you through the hood, then we gone get up in tricks
Friday night

Two in a black 5-0-0
Slidin' down the shore, gettin' at fly ho
I'm wit my homey, nobody set trippin'
Drops my shit off at his house and then we flippin'
Now see y'know your don't sleep

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

sellin' with my Texas G
Stayin' 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 Face
First we do is hit the club
I'm seein' hella in the corners, tryin' to show your homey love
This bitch is fly as a bird and gotta ass that swang
From all the way up thru Pittsburgh

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

See them busters in the corner, they don't like my
I don't like their hood, so it ain't all
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 tena millimetre in tha parkin' lot
Fuck 'em Locc, we some bitches at the Mariott

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

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

Gets greeted by the biggest pair of you wanna see
With a pair just a 'Mona' homegirl G
See, vee the mix and vee like the twist of 'em
Face, you can hit it first and then we can
It ain't no fun if my homey twist a bitch
I'll dare ya ass to try to run that 2Pac

I goes high-ho silver, like the fuckin' Ranger
Playin' here's out my dick, inside a fuckin' stranger
You with 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, you's a CJ
Nigga, how you the southern California freakin'?
Dogg, be back every motherfuckin' weekend
It's Friday

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

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