Luyện nghe bài hát Saturday Nite

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

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

You with a lot of science, motherfucker we're watchin' you
me wanna lick shots at you
You me, screwin' me down, grab my gun
Go 'head bust me, you hate juke that's what it must be
Hands your back, spread your legs
Just found a in your tray
not mine fucker, what I said
You met the nigga
A multi million dollar operation is upon it yo

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

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