Luyện nghe bài hát Saturday Night

It was Saturday and I'm feelin kinda sporty
to a bar and caught me a 40
Got kinda a and a...kinda drunk
So I the ass of this 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 who you are, but who the hell is that?"
I around man, this bitch was fat
I really know, she got into the car
I picked her up when I left the bar
Ya know I'm horny man I wanted to chill
But you know how are, she wanted to ill
So I said, "Hey baby is you on the
'Cause, tonight I want to be lover
one thing: I forgot to buy a rubber"
Wait a little while we snuk upstairs
Step by with a hint of fear
We got into my room, bitch started to
Momma busted in with a up scene
ripped off, drawers down to my knees
Wait momma, momma, wait, wait, please!
Put back your gun, put down brew
My mom up the room
The jumped up with no respect
I had to put the big, big in check
I said, "Ya come a closer and ya will get shot,
I'm sober anyway, I need no cock."

Oh yeah, them wild Nights

It was Saturday and I was feelin kinda funny
Gold 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 name is Schoolly baby, I'm with the Shores"
Before I knew it up my boys
Noisy as and drunk as shit
Sayin, "Yo Schoolly Schooll, time is it?"
Looked a little closer and I it was gag
What I thought was a girl was but a fag

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

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

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

Little Muffet sat on a tuffet
a J and scratchin' the itch
Along came a spider and sat beside her
And said, "Yo, what's up that, bitch?"
But then down the came Mary and her lambs
Smokin' a Lacy in and every hand
The poor little spider, he score any
were 2 dollar bitches and he only had a penny

Cheeba Cheeba
Yeah Cheeba ya'll

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

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

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