Luyện nghe bài hát Saturday Night

It was night and I'm feelin kinda sporty
to a bar and caught me a 40
Got kinda a high and a...kinda
So I kicked the ass of little punk
my key and had to ring my bell
My came dressed, she said, "Who the hell?"
momma, wait, it's me ya little son
Before I knew it my mom a gun
"I know who you are, but who the is that?"
I turned around man, bitch was fat
I really don't know, she got the car
I musta her up when I left the bar
Ya know I'm horny man I wanted to chill
But you how mothers are, she wanted to ill
So I said, "Hey baby is you on the
'Cause, I want to be your lover
Just one thing: I to buy a rubber"
Wait a little while then we snuk
Step by step with a hint of
We got into my room, bitch to scream
Momma busted in with a up scene
ripped off, drawers down to my knees
Wait momma, momma, wait, wait, please!
Put back gun, put down your brew
My mom fucked up the
The bitch jumped up with no
I had to put the big, big bitch in
I said, "Ya come a closer and ya will get shot,
I'm sober anyway, I need no cock."

Oh yeah, them Saturday Nights

It was Saturday Night and I was feelin kinda
around my neck, pockets full of money
Went to the corner, man who did I
But the bad bitch lookin back at me
I said, "Fly man, you got a big butt"
Bitch turned around, all she was, "What?"
I said, "My is Schoolly baby, I'm down with the Shores"
Before I knew it up came my
Noisy as hell and drunk as
Sayin, "Yo Schoolly Schooll, what is it?"
Looked a little and I knew it was gag
What I was a girl was nothin but a fag

Everybody rappin but don't know how
seen the boy rappin to the cow
He rapped so that the nigga saw smoke
He lit up his and they both took a toke
The cow got and the boy got by
don't come in my face and ask me why

Cheeba ya'll
Yeah it's cheeba cheeba makin 'em feel like that
Cheeba ya'll

Some call it Cheeba, call it weed
It's the killer, it's the filler, it's the thing you need

Little Miss Muffet sat on a
Smokin a J and scratchin' the
came a spider and sat down beside her
And said, "Yo, up with that, bitch?"
But down the road came Mary and her lambs
Smokin' a in each and every hand
The poor little spider, he couldn't any
They 2 dollar bitches and he only had a penny

Cheeba ya'll
Yeah Cheeba ya'll

Let me tell ya a little about Peter the Pimp
Sucka MCed, to cop a limp
Rode around town in a couple of
Got by the man tryin to stick up a bar
The judge said, "Boy, what was on mind?"
He said, "I had Cheeba Cheeba, cocaine and some wine."
The said, "Boy, relax and have a beer
You won't be doin shit for the ten years."

Cheeba ya'll
Yeah, it's that Cheeba
Cheeba

Some it Cheeba, some call it weed
the killer, it's the filler, it's the thing that you need
Cheeba ya'll