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
Feelin' I'm gone come wit you
on down loco
Ai, please some bitches, please

Locc, I hustlin' all week
Tonight's the night, I dips 'n try to up in a freak
I call this ho 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 yours is mines
When I'm in Houston, you be treatin' me
I you up in L.A.X. around 6
I scootch you the hood, then we gone get up in these 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 and then we kept flippin'
Now see y'know nigga don't sleep

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

Straight sellin' my Texas G
Stayin' sucka free as I
Friday night

Two players on a chase
You niggas can't see me and you see my nigga Face
First thang we do is hit the
I'm seein' hella bitches in the corners, tryin' to show homey love
This bitch is fly as a bird and gotta ass that could
From California all the way up thru

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

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

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

You better chill
Before you around 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 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 and then we can switch
It ain't no fun if my homey can't twist a
I'll dare ya ass to try to run that 2Pac

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 for the second go, you know it

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

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

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