Luyện nghe bài hát Friday Night

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

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

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

What's is yours and what's yours is mines
I'm in Houston, you be treatin' me fine
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 in a black 5-0-0
Slidin' 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 don't sleep

Homey' and see
Well, your nigga some heat
So I can feel in these cold ass L.A. streets
Now hook ya nigga wit some L.A. freaks,
Friday night

Straight with my Texas G
sucka 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 nigga
thang we do is hit the club
I'm seein' hella bitches in the corners, tryin' to show homey love
This bitch is fly as a bird and gotta ass that swang
From California all the way up thru

Hold up Locc, what? I know that
She been out 'n club hoppin since '83, ain't 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, they like my hood
I don't like their hood, so it all good
So keep ya 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
'em Locc, we gots some bitches at the Mariott

Straight with my Texas 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
on the door of room 604

Gets greeted by the pair of thighs you wanna see
a pair just like 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 can't twist a bitch
I'll dare ya ass to try to run 2Pac shit

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

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

Straight with my Texas OG
Stayin' free as I L-O-C
It's night
You better lay back
'Cos you can't see that
Or it's just the nigga

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