Luyện nghe bài hát Friday Night

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

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

Locc, I been hustlin' all
Tonight's the night, I 'n try to step 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

What's mine is yours and 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
Friday night

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

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

Straight with my Texas G
Stayin' sucka free as I
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, tryin' to show your homey
This bitch is fly as a bird and ass that could swang
From California all the way up thru

Hold up Locc, I know that flea
She been out 'n 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 don't like their hood, so it all good
So keep ya on 'em
'Cos if it [Incomprehensible] line, we gotta on 'em, ride on 'em

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

Straight with my Texas G
Stayin' sucka free as I
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
With a pair just like a 'Mona' G
See, vee like the mix and vee like the of 'em
Face, you can hit it and then we can switch
It ain't no fun if my can't twist a bitch
I'll dare ya ass to try to run 2Pac shit

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

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

Straight sellin' my Texas OG
Stayin' sucka free as I
It's Friday
You motherfuckers better lay
you can't see that Face
Or it's just the nigga

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