Luyện nghe bài hát Saturday Nite

Yo, Saturday night,
Ridin' past Kansas fried
poppin' kid? we in the mix
It's forty below
Gate's closed catch Dr. J's
my hand, rub on my nose
Tap the glass, stop frontin' duke, fresh pair of
Look I got loot, eleven in the boots
Heard a screech pull up, these flashed me five pictures
One had my man's mug, stepped brother hugs

You the wrong guy son
I'm from Melina, we know Mr. Coles
in two days ago to see his fam'
But we been watchin' you,
The whole Staten shittin' on you
bird's pregnant out in paisley
Hold up snow in ear, fresh baldie tried to change up
Not trunk today, lookin' fly, still slammed up hung
Your mom pop in trunk, slow your pace
Starks fixed your face, copped out the six, years probat'

You dealin' with a lot of science, motherfucker we're you
Make me wanna lick at you
You disgust me, screwin' me down, my gun
Go 'head bust me, heard you hate juke that's what it be
Hands behind your back, your legs
Just found a roach in your
It's not fucker, what I said
You met the thirteenth
A multi million dollar operation is upon it yo

Where's the hell's the
He's sellin' mics, joints
Special made to go up in your and which went out on point
to the next scene, I'm at the crib buggin' out
On how po' live, hatin' plus the kid
Park the truck in the double garage
Dial one nine hundred raekwon, the God, shit's mega
Reel flashin' me on bet, groove, rap city news
N A C P committees

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