Luyện nghe bài hát Friday Night

Damn, this a
Motherfuckin'
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 some 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 some chronic and a motherfuckin' fifth
Is you wit me

What's mine is yours and what's yours is
When I'm in Houston, you be me fine
I you up in L.A.X. around 6
I scootch you through the hood, then we get up in these tricks
It's Friday

Two players in a black
Slidin' down the shore, gettin' at fly ho
I'm wit my homey, ain't nobody set
Drops my off at his house and then we kept flippin'
Now see y'know your nigga sleep

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

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

Two players on a hoodrat
You can't see me and you can't see my nigga Face
First thang we do is hit the
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 that flea
She out 'n club hoppin since '83, ain't this a bitch
And the is still hoin'
See, get at broke, bitch and smile and keep strollin' Locc, right

See them busters in the corner, they don't my hood
I don't like their hood, so it ain't all
So keep ya on 'em
if it [Incomprehensible] 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 grab these guns and 'em
I gots that millimetre in tha parkin' lot
Fuck 'em Locc, we some bitches at the Mariott

Straight with my Texas G
Stayin' sucka free as I
It's night

You better chill
Before you around and lose 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 the twist 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 that shit

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

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

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

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